[Intro: Richie Stackin]
Stitches, we gon' have to get 'em, these boys b**h made, Richie Stackin and Stitches, Florida boys in the house, we k**in' all you b**h made, they hatin', man, keep stack
[Hook: Stitches]
You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back
You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap
You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back
You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap
p**y, you is a p**y
When you walk by me, I smell some p**y
I let my gun do the talkin'
f** with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'
[Verse 1: Richie Stackin]
Ain't nothin' but a bunch of b**hes
I'm chillin' with my dog Stitches
We in the Rolls Royce talkin' business
Bunch of b**hes, takin' pictures
Brick in yo face, got em itchin'
El Cubano, flippin' chickens
Talk sh**, leave ya a** missin'
Bring the whole toast, bring the whole kitchen
Florida boy got ammunition
Bustin' out that expedition
Lil mama send a text message
I told the b**h, hold on a second
Hundred carats all in my necklace
Got my codeine straight from Texas
Three blunts, that's just for breakfast
Weed game, I'm well connected
Got a condo with a fish tank
Yo boy got that big bank
I'm all about my Ben Frank's
Blowin' up, Hussein
Shoot down ya plane like Ukraine
You b**h made, what you sayin'?
I ride the track like two trains
My dog love sellin' c**aine
(I LOVE SELLIN' BLOW!!!!!!!!!)
[Hook: Stitches]
You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back
You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap
You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back
You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap
p**y, you is a p**y
When you walk by me, I smell some p**y
I let my gun do the talkin'
f** with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'
[Verse 2: Stitches]
My best friend is my strap, f** with me and you get clapped
My name is Stitches, you know that, I sell c**aine and crack
My name be up in the stats, c**aine fly through the map
My name should be "Crack", yo re-rock is wack
I'm in love with c**aine (Straight up!)
I'm in love with my rifle (And I'll shoot you!)
They say, "That boy Stitches a psycho"
My b**hes naked when they baggin' up
Ain't no hoes gon' steal from us
TMI Gang, my family, all my n***as will die for me
I supply c**aine in the streets, and I merk these beats
[Hook: Stitches]
You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back
You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap
You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back
You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap
p**y, you is a p**y
When you walk by me, I smell some p**y
I let my gun do the talkin'
f** with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'