[Produced by 30Roc]
[Intro: YouTube sample]
I'm finna put something on you so cold
I'm finna put something on you so cold, n***a
On my momma
[Hook]
If mama knew about all them licks I hit
She’d have a motherf**ing fit, flip and split my wig
That’s why I’ll probably never tell her all the sh** I did
If moms only knew her son was a stick up kid
The stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid
Stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid
[Verse 1]
The old me would’ve robbed all [these ?] s**ers
Used to hit the locker room with the lock cutter
All inside the cla**room with a box cutter
Found a pistol plug, went and bought a Glock from him
Hooping with some scholarships, still buying bags
Moms found the stash, asked how I got the cash
Said you better come clean with your lying a**
(And where you get that scale?)
I stole it from my science cla**
Had to lick a laptop from my math teacher
Woulda let her keep it if she woulda pa**ed me
Took it straight to the trap where a n***a cashed me
Used to be the stick up kid, wearing f**ing khakis
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Ain’t never been the type to cook or play around with the powder
Rather raid your spot, and fill up that Eddie Bauer
We're getting buckets on n***as and jugging kush, quarter pounders
Busting nuggets down n***a, on my mama’s kitchen counter
I was on some hot sh**, little did she know
In 08 them folks tried to send me up the road
In 9th grade n***as tried to play me like a ho
That’s when my teacher seen my bra** knuckles fall out on the floor
In 06, I was just a freshman in [?]
Mouth full of gold, tryna flex for the hoes
Juuging and hooping, that was my only two sk**s
Used to do some dumba** sh** just for the thrill
[Hook]