Young Thug
Stick Up
[Intro]
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)

[Chorus]
Bitch, this a stick up
I got my bricks up
Knockin' her walls loose
Just like a speaker
I'm with the dawgs too
We doin' pickups
Shootin' your blocks up
Yeah, that's real love
Yeah, that's real love
That be that real love
That's, that's real love
This is just real love

[Post-Chorus]
All these god damn thots on me
I got tattoos from my hairline to my knees
Do it triller
This is real love
This is real love
This be that real love
He gon' shoot at pussy n***as on his knees
Rollin' over in the grass like the army
Big Balencis on my ass cost a monte
I been gettin' lots of cheese like I'm Parmesan
I attend a party rockstars in front of me
Rose feet GLE do the dash, baby, call me
[Refrain]
Ayy, I got carats outside, ayy
Can't talk with the tribe, ayy
Keep the cutter, don't you try it, ayy
Couple of these hundreds done expired

[Verse 1]
I get the backend, I been gettin' them racks in, yeah, uh
I look like Black Ken and I'm fuckin' your thotty, yeah, uh
Look at his head big, now he got him a gash in it, yeah, uh
I get it drippin', killin' n***as, assassins, yeah (Hoo)
These are O'Reilly's, these are Asante's (Hoo, hoo)
They let me back in, I'm fly as Aladdin (Hoo, hoo)
I could back in, I fly way too high
I got black Dubais outside right now, hi
I got great advice for a nice price
I'm a pharmacy, yeah, I got pints
They throw mercy in when all my guys shoot to the sky
I can't go broke, I got racks 'til I die

[Chorus]
Bitch, this a stick up
I got my bricks up
Knockin' her walls loose
Just like a speaker
I'm with the dawgs too
We doin' pickups
Shootin' your blocks up
Yeah, that's real love
Yeah, that's real love
That be that real love
That's, that's real love
This is just real love
[Post-Chorus]
Real love (Real love)
Real love (Real love)
Real love, real love (Real love)

[Verse 2]
Baby, pay your dues to a motherfuckin' boss
Come and tie my shoes, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, go tie your tubes, I don't wanna slip up
Bitch, go prostitute, bring me all of your bucks
Gazelles on tuck, my handle's up
Got bandit love and that's perfect to her
Got seven hoes with us, got seven good lucks
You narcs sus as fuck, your suspect up
Yikes, I don't know why he spazzin', yeah
I tied my ties with China white
I tried to buy the second life
I tried to fuck Lil Tunechi wife
I wonder why she so uptight
I never fucked lil' mama face
I want to buy your artist rights
I fucked a psychic in Dubai
Then I took the private out Dubai
Know it's surprising how she ride
Got my chess pieces together, yeah
Majority of my style
[Refrain]
Ayy, I got carats outside, ayy
Can't talk with the tribe, ayy
Keep the cutter, don't you try it, ayy
Couple of these hundreds done expired, ayy
I got carats outside, ayy
Can't talk with the tribe, ayy
Keep the cutter, don't you try it, ayy
Couple of these hundreds done expired

[Outro]
Yeah, that's real love
That be that real love
That's, that's real love
This is just real love
All these god damn thots on me
I got tattoos from my hairline to my knees
Do it triller
This is real love
This is real love
This be that real love
He gon' shoot at pussy n***as on his knees
Rollin' over in the grass like the army