Stick Talk800goony

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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on
1400/800, nigga
Yeah, gang shit
Bitch, uh, you ain't tote no fuckin' guns, nigga
Stop cappin' (B-B-Bankroll got it), ayy
Yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Shoot at your body until it go numb
We play with them choppas, we love all them drums (Drums)
You talk that stick talk but don't play with them guns
We caught your ass lackin', we shoot and you run (Bah)
[?] in the trenches with crumbs (Slime, slatt)
[?] split second, and, nigga, you done (Done)
Face down, bitch, with your dick in the mud (Mud)
My bitch [?] my gun while I'm rolling a blunt, ayy (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy (Ayy, ayy), uh (Ayy, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, bah, bah, bah)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (No guns)
You talk that stick talk but, bitch, ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
Guns (Guns), they totin' guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Ain't totin' no guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Niggas ain't totin' no guns)

[Verse 2: 800goony]
We totin' them guns, we totin' them sticks
We do it for fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bah-bah-bah-bah)
My niggas go dumb, 800 Baby, I come from the slums
Smokin' that gas, a lot in my blunt (A lot in my blunt)
Sippin' on drank and it go to my lungs (Yeah, yeah)
[?] my teeth and it sound like the [?]
I can't fuck with these niggas, I do not [?]
These niggas my son
Smokin' that gas, yeah
My niggas they pull up with mags, yeah, yeah (Bang, bang)
Pull up in Jags, yeah, my niggas be totin' them [?]s, yeah (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy (Ayy, ayy), uh (Ayy, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, bah, bah, bah)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (No guns)
You talk that stick talk but, bitch, ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
Guns (Guns), they totin' guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Ain't totin' no guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Niggas ain't totin' no guns)

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
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[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy (Ayy, ayy), uh (Ayy, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, bah, bah, bah)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (No guns)
You talk that stick talk but, bitch, ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
Guns (Guns), they totin' guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Ain't totin' no guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Niggas ain't totin' no guns)