2 Sticks Lyrics

[Intro: MoneyMarr]
What?
Yeah
Let's go crazy
Marr
Youngest Trapper 2
Uh, uh

[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
Pass me the pounds of the pressure, the pack
We smokin' the same fuels, this ain't no thrax
f*ck totin' a Glock, nigga pass me the MAC, bad
Fat butt bitch, she gon' throw that shit back
I get them bags, you know that shit come to the trap
If I put on a mask, you know I'ma run in your spot
Opps want me to crash, so I think I'ma send 'em some shots
Everybody gettin' shot
If I don't got my stick, everybody gettin' smacked
Throw the oop for the lick, everybody gettin' hacked
Two sticks, HL, 16 to the back
MoneyMarr too clean, lil' bitch get back
Me and Tee took a trip, nigga, we gon' be back
If I'm not in the stu' then I'm droppin' a stack
Always step in designer and nigga that's facts
f*ck your bitch, she was cute but her p*ssy was wack
[Verse: BandChasingTee]
Two sticks in my dip, yeah, that's what you call strapped
My bro caught a charge, did his time, he'll be back
This shit that I rap is real life, ain't no cap
What young nigga you know beat the pack like that?
Tote the stick with the grip and the beam is attached
First time in LA, I might drop me a stack
Lil' bitch in my phone, ask, "When you come back?"
Told that bitch I don't know 'cause I'm sendin' them packs
Me and you not the same, nigga you lack
You can't step in this trap fi you ain't up ten racks
Seen bro peel a stain and nigga, that's facts The Draco send shots so everybody ran laps
Niggas said that they hit us, but niggas ain't like that
Fat butt bitch and you know I'ma strike that
These niggas be dissin', they mad we ain't diss back
Fendi my shoe, in your trap, I'ma kick that
These niggas, they new to the game and I been that
These niggas can't hang with the gang 'cause they big rats
Come run up on Marr, you get split with this Kel-Tec
Pop thirty, I'm gone, and that p*ssy, I killed that
These niggas ain't harmin' shit, all that shit cap
Just make sure you do what you say in your raps
Lil' bitch wanna f*ck on me now 'cause I rap
Lil' bitch wanna f*ck on me 'cause I got racks
[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
Pass me the pounds of the pressure, the pack
We smokin' the same fuels, this ain't no thrax
f*ck totin' a Glock, nigga pass me the MAC, bad
Fat butt bitch, she gon' throw that shit back
I get them bags, you know that shit come to the trap
If I put on a mask, you know I'ma run in your spot
Opps want me to crash, so I think I'ma send 'em some shots
Everybody gettin' shot
If I don't got my stick, everybody gettin' smacked
Throw the oop for the lick, everybody gettin' hacked
Two sticks, HL, 16 to the back
MoneyMarr too clean, lil' bitch get back
Me and Tee took a trip, nigga, we gon' be back
If I'm not in the stu' then I'm droppin' a stack
Always step in designer and nigga that's facts
f*ck your bitch, she was cute but her p*ssy was wack

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