"Stick" lyrics - KEN CARSON

[Intro:]
(Neilaworld)

[Chorus:]
Yeah, that K gon' knock that boy right out his jeans
My bitch bad and she rocking that CELINE
I rock with a stick and I walk with a Glock 19, yeah
Tell me why you got hit?
Knock that boy right out his jeans, yeah
Bitch I'm in a mosh-pit, you get pushed and get kicked and get beat up
I ain't worried bout' shit, I'm just sitting back kicking my feet up
Give a fuck bout' a bitch, never let a hoe feel like I need her
Diamonds all on my wrist, my diamonds shine like the sun when you wake up

My diamonds white just like grits
My diamonds hit like the bitch from Tomb Raider
I walked in this bitch with a stick, you walked in this bitch with a Glock, it won't phase us
I got all these hoes on my dick and I got these racks that stuck to my blazer
I think I fell in love with my stick, I think I fell in love with my K, yeah
I fell in love my K, uh, uh, uh, uh
I fell in love with my stick, uh
She fell in love with this dick, uh
She fell in love with my fit, uh
She fell in love with my vibe, yeah
I fell in love with her tits, uh
She fell in love with my ride, yeah, this a V12 not a 6
Then I smoke yeah, I get high as shit
With my bitch and I'm off a G6
With my bitch and we bout' to go shopping yeah, I just Balenci her kicks
If a nigga ever think about robbing us, I hit his ass with this stick
I call up my gang, yeah, Opium, yeah we bout' to go hit a lick
If you got [?] then show me some, these niggas be down on they dick
These niggas ain't down with my clique
These niggas ain't down
Hell yeah, I fell in love with my sticks, fell in love with them pounds
Hell yeah, I fell in love with my K, it hold a 100 rounds
Lil' boy you better watch what you say, 'cause you ain't ever got shot in the face
Yeah, you don't know how this shit feel
With them 762s, shoot at yo grill
Like a soldier, yeah I'm in the field
Like a soldier, yeah you can get killed

[Chorus:]
That K gon' knock that boy right out his jeans
My bitch bad and she rocking that CELINE
I rock with a stick and I rock with a Glock 19, yeah
Tell me why you got hit?
Knock that boy right out his jeans, yeah
Bitch I'm in a mosh-pit, you get pushed and get kicked and get beat up
I ain't worried bout' shit, I'm just sitting back kicking my feet up
Give a fuck bout' a bitch, never let a hoe feel like I need her
Diamonds all on my wrist, my diamonds shine like the sun when you wake up