[Chorus]
Ah, stick, stick, stick, let it hit, hit, hit
Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit
Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit
My blicky up on the dresser
My blicky up in the trunk

[Verse 1]
Hm, ain't no setup, hmm, nah, ain't no setup (setup)
Blicky on the dresser, nah, I can't let up
Any other hater, 'cause critics, they debate us
Critiquing how I'm living, I'm retarded like my pendant
It's a stick (a stick), Let it hit (a hit)
Now you talking perjury, come in here that's it
My blick (my blick), my blick, Kiana
Hmm, nah, on the dresser

[Verse 2]
They said I can't come (come), always overdressing ('dress)
Go up behind her like I'm finsta shoot it on the setup
No, I just can't let up
Mm, blicky, blicky, ride that bitch, don't need a shella
Come back, 1986, it's bad, she say, "Bae, my favorite player"
Coming in a new star, we a player
Zero to a hundred, make 'em see the laser
Realest say to get yo' money, hundred thousand acres
[Chorus]
Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit
Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit
Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit
Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit
My blicky up on the dresser
My blicky up in the trunk
My blicky up on the dresser
My blicky up in the trunk