Red Spyda, bring that in, son
Uh, Wu-Block
Yeah, keep talkin' bout that money, I'mma
("Stick 'em!") hahaha ("Stick 'em!")
Send a bitch home with him, let her tell us where to get him
Got the hollows in that ruger, I'm looking at your chain
Cuz the diamonds look clearer then that water in Aruba
You ain't even gotta jack 'em, you barely need a gun
You can walk up and smack 'em, they so soft
Then you got the rats, that fat should be up north
Donnie on his bullshit, mask and a full clip
Hopping out that whip, I'mma ("Stick 'em!") hahaha ("Stick 'em!")
Lay 'em down on the floor, my man at the door
My other homey downstairs, hand on the four
I ain't even gotta kill 'em, I'm just coming for that raw, I'mma
Brrr, stick 'em! Hahaha, stick 'em!
Yo, my daughter said stick 'em (stick 'em) momma said stick 'em (stick 'em)
