Que - Stick Up Kid lyrics

[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]