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MoneyMarr

"Whip Out the Stick"

[Hook]
Uh, Whip out a stick, I hit it
I'ma act broke, 'til I run up a ticket
Beat up the pot, whip it
None of my n*ggas ain't doing no tipping
Big compact, hit his chest, make him break down
Used to be noodles, we f*ck with the steak now
Used to be broke, now we count up them cake piles
b*tches on di*k, wan' be all in my face now
I got the fifty round up, and it spray grounds
Used to sell dimes in the back of the playground
Hit with the fifth, make a f*ck n*gga lay down
Hit with the fifth, make a f*ck n*gga lay down
Whip out a stick, I hit it
I'ma act broke, 'til I run up a ticket
Beat up the pot, whip it
None of my n*ggas ain't doing no tipping
Big compact, hit his chest, make him break down
Used to be noodles, we f*ck with the steak now
Used to be broke, now we count up them cake piles
b*tches on di*k, wan' be all in my face now
I got the fifty round up, and it spray grounds
Used to sell dimes in the back of the playground
Hit with the fifth, make a f*ck n*gga lay down
Hit with the fifth, make a f*ck n*gga lay down

[Verse]
The trap had been jumping, I run it up
You can't come on my block, you ain't man enough
If he say he got work, he gon' hand it up
Big fifth sit him down, he was standing up
Hit the block, beat it up, I got stamina
I'm a block star, you n*ggas amateurs
I'ma trap hard, b*tch, I'ma bag it up
Like a rockstar, b*tch, I'ma have it up
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Serve the work, it come straight out the tea pot
He was faking, I gave his ass three shots
Glock .9 with the leg and the green dot
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
f*ck up the beat, I abuse it
Got the stick on you, you ain't gon' use it
b*tches green and these n*ggas be clueless
I'm a fool with the tool, I'ma use it
Put the clip in the stick, I'ma shoot it
That lil' b*tch on my line and she booted
Pitch the work and you know I'ma move it
Bad lil' b*tch, and she butter pecan
I see an opp, b*tch you know I'm squeezing
Shout out my plug, he just brought them P's in
I got that drop that will knock your knees in
My shooter gon' shoot if you give him a reason
Fat butt b*tch looking back, got me cheesing
All of this pressure, the junkies be fiening
I get to the money, these n*ggas be grieving

[Hook]
Uh, Whip out a stick, I hit it
I'ma act broke, 'til I run up a ticket
Beat up the pot, whip it
None of my n*ggas ain't doing no tipping
Big compact, hit his chest, make him break down
Used to be noodles, we f*ck with the steak now
Used to be broke, now we count up them cake piles
b*tches on di*k, wan' be all in my face now
I got the fifty round up, and it spray grounds
Used to sell dimes in the back of the playground
Hit with the fifth, make a f*ck n*gga lay down
Hit with the fifth, make a f*ck n*gga lay down
Whip out a stick, I hit it
I'ma act broke, 'til I run up a ticket
Beat up the pot, whip it
None of my n*ggas ain't doing no tipping
Big compact, hit his chest, make him break down
Used to be noodles, we f*ck with the steak now
Used to be broke, now we count up them cake piles
b*tches on di*k, wan' be all in my face now
I got the fifty round up, and it spray grounds
Used to sell dimes in the back of the playground
Hit with the fifth, make a f*ck n*gga lay down
Hit with the fifth, make a f*ck n*gga lay down

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