Stickup - OnPointLikeOP, DUSTY LOCANE & Jim Jones: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

OnPointLikeOP, DUSTY LOCANE & Jim Jones

Stickup

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Stickup was released on April 7, 2023 by OnPointLikeOP / EMPIRE as a part of the album MY BROTHER'S KEEPER

Song Details

AlbumMY BROTHER'S KEEPER

Release DateApril 7, 2023

LabelOnPointLikeOP / EMPIRE

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM74

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jim Jones

Performer

DUSTY LOCANE

Performer

OnPointLikeOP

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joseph Guillermo Jones

Joseph Guillermo Jones

Songwriter

Mohamed Saffar

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

OnPointLikeOP

Executive Producer

Kino Beats

Producer

Kinoda1

Producer

Bobby Fisher

Executive Producer

Mohamed Saffar

Producer

Kajun Waters

Recording Engineer

Chris Deroux

Recording Engineer

Craig McLean

Mixing Engineer

Nick Cavalieri

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Okay, Kino, I see you)

You know I'm on point like OP (You know)

Have Locane come dust one of you **** off (Grrt, rrr)

Only Harlem **** you know playin' Brooklyn like a playground (Fact, huh? Fact though)

Sty', what's up? Chuck your body, what's up?

Nine-five, AP, what's up? (Nina Fever)

'Zoe life, right? (Rrr)

Don't get zoe'd out here (On hood)

****, we grippin', we ain't slippin', ****, you slidin' or you hidin', fucker? (Gangsta)

Pussy

Know I'm on point, know I never lack though (Nah)

Put in pain for these stripes, turn to Freddy Krueger when a **** mask up (Gangsta)

Ha, say you act bad, know we act badder (You know)

None of these **** factor, watch how I hit 'em, turn 'em into Casper

I'm on a roll, run in the backup, I know nothin' else really matter

Know I'm a pro all with this Glock, call me Jeff Hardy with the ladder (Ha-ha)

That's your bitch? Know a **** had her (Sheesh)

**** tried to talk slick, hop out the cut, Brodie gon' blast him

I really live what a **** rappin', **** only live life through a caption

I'm in the field where it's active, I don't need a pill just to get active

Do a hit sober, don't got the strap (Bah, bah), runnin' 'em over (You know)

Always bossed up, never been a Doja, pussy

Fucker, ain't never been a Doja, ****

You **** caught the wrong phone call

I'll have you **** boomed off a chirp like this is '99

Keep playin' with me, Cappo in the buildin', ****

I got homies in Brooklyn (Facts), we be shinin' and bookin' 'em

He got a plate and we cookin' 'em, have two bodies when we took 'em in

He's a savage, his body count is valid, he in court right now

For another one like Khaled (Free 'em)

He be lettin' them shots fly, have 'em go wet up your block off

IG and that new thing, catch yo' ass at that stop light

Dress like, Avion, Agua, Balenci

Aga, havin' that shit on drippin'

Pullin that shit on chin

Uh, this old head with the bold leg, called a pow-wow, with some cold-red

Got young boys that don't leg

Yo' main bitch just wanna fuck, she not the one, she the runner-up

She the side bitch, she the slide bitch, the ride bitch, you know the gun is tucked

I be wiggin' out, get in room with the siggies out

Free Melly 'till they get 'em out, 'sides that, you know the grippers out

Wiggin' out, get in room with the siggies out

Free Melly 'till they get 'em out, 'sides that, you know the grippers out

Parade on a dead opp block

Celebratin' their loss, I did it with pleasure

Took it to heights, no matter the measure

Stackin' my chips, became a investor

Know the gripper **** do it better

Now we doin' hits out the Tesla

You went broke tryna impress her

I just hit her once, then I left her

I'ma rich Crip, politics, we ain't into that

With some nine-o's and some vampires

Pussy boy, knock your weight back

Slim chick, fat ass

Know my **** had to clip that

Spliff this, spliff that

Put that **** in a new pack

Rrr, he a pre-soul, but relive that **** from his stress

Fucked him up with lead

I stood ten toes, on the block, with some killer **** loadin techs

Then we reload

Twenty-forth from the free throw

Headshot, watch him bleed slow

6-O, know how we roll (Hood)

You ain't earned one stripe, you comin' outside, you grippin' a Crip

It's different how my **** live, first thing in the mornin', I'm loadin' the clip

No, I ain't offerin' shit, you wanted me gone, I'll book you a trip

I'm playin' chess off rip, I'm plottin', boy, don't slip

Look, I'm plottin, boy, don't slip (What?)

Plottin, boy, don't slip (Pussy)

I'm plottin, boy, don't slip (You know)

Written by: Joseph Guillermo Jones

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