Gucci Mane - Stick 'Em Up lyrics

[Chorus] Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, Got my black tee,ones, and my skull cap, Stick Em Up, Stick em up, Stick em Up, Stick em Up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye ain't know I ain't come to play and I ain't come to laugh, All I gotta say is n***a put it in da bag, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em up, Stick em, Stick em up, Stick em up, ye ain't know You know the procedure, when you see a heater Bullets rippin' at ya, got ya runnin' like a cheetah Rob in my black tee, mob in my black V Robbed the weed man, 'cause the n***a tried to tax me Ye ain't gotta ask me,tell me where the stacks be Hittin big licks got me ballin' like an athlete Used to take starter coats, moved up to bigger dope Down for a kick do' (door), just to make my wrist glow Steal from the rich, but I hang with the po' folk Ball till ya fall, but don't ball til ya go broke Gucci mane la chat, we in and out the trap fast Leaving out yo house, 30 birds in my book bag [Chorus] OK, check that b**h that wake up early in the morning, looking for a victim The first n***a look like dolla's, tryna holla, I'm gone get em I got no time for relationships, I'm out to get that cheese Even if I have to k** you b**h my son I got to feed I'm at the mall, I'm poppin' tags with shopping bags so style I found a duck that I can pluck, that n***a that asked me out Whoa, hold up my n***a you must don't know I gotta get ya You told yo boy I got a big a**, but boy my nine is bigga I'm waitin' on him to pull up at the spot I see he clean That boy sittin' on them things, a iced out chain, and big a** rings He said lets go to the movies, I told him lets go to the room This n***a think he really got a freak, but mine is do the fool We get to the room, I let him rub,I let him get a lil' touch I told him hold up stop, let me go to the bathroom freshen up I went out the bathroom window, met with Gucci glock in purse Kicked in the do', shot him in his head, took his cheese and left him murked I'm that b**h! [Chorus] They say that I'm a cut throat, Gucci never cut coke Yea I'm a jack boy, known to run a drug sto' Hang wit the thug boys, nicknamed the goon squad First you gotta sign up, then ya get your goon card n***as scared to f** wit me, don't wanna serve me Shop wit ya Wednesday, take from ya Thursday Splurge wit my comrades, Gucci mane I'm hood rich n***a k** for ya, if you just buy him a outfit Think like a mob boss, move like warranty Got a half a mill safe, just to keep the bills paid Burn em with a hot fork, taser on his nut sacks I ain't come to play, I came to find them big stacks [Chorus]