Letra Stick em up Mango Foo

Stick em up

See that nigga right there?
He slippin’
What we gon’ do?
What you mean what we gon’ do?
Aye

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My niggas press you, make you ante up

We talkin’ that real lick talk
We talkin’ that real lick talk
We talkin’ that real lick talk
We talkin’ that real lick talk
Run through the back and then kick down your door
We taking the flat screen, want all of the gold
I’m a young nigga, this is a burglary ho
We got boards on the winter, no burglary bar doors
You a pretender, you flex for the hoes
They say you a junkie, you play with your nose
My pockets on Nacho like I ate at Moe’s
I never heard fuck up the pot with the bowl
I went around asking OG’s on the stove
He think it’s a game, got a trapper cheat code
It’s a knock at the door, I look out the peephole
My nigga just hit a lick for bricks of gold
All this shit started way back on the Nawf
Came up on a pack, put it back on the Nawf
I run with the sack and go back to the Nawf
Shout out freaky Zeeky, [?] on the Nawf
My wrist is so sick, menopause
Spray the chopper just because
Boss nigga made the call
Drop the work in the chimney, Santa Claus

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My niggas press you, make you ante up

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My niggas press you, make you ante up

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We drop the dope in the pot and we mix it up
Run up on a nigga, I make him give it up
He had a bodyguard, that nigga wasn’t big enough
My chopper bustin’ like a water balloon
Drop 40 subzero, he froze, he can’t move
Kidnap his ass, you find him on the news
My young niggas cash out on all of the jewels
Stephen Curry, long range with the MAC
Whoopi Goldberg, Bentley black
My shooters they pull up, they gonna attack
My junkie will kill you for a hit of crack
Leave him stinking like a urinal
Double back and then shoot up the funeral
Pull up on him, he thought it was Uber ‘dem
So many shots that they thought it was two of him
Stick ‘em up, lay it down into your pockets
This is not a search, nigga this a robbery
Take these bags to my hood, they gon’ be proud of me
We gon’ blow this shit like we hit the lottery
I got some niggas itching for a body
Young nigga go get him, he already got him
They say that he broke so they leg shot him
Call up John Wic, he gon’ red dot him

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My niggas press you, make you ante up

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My niggas press you, make you ante up

Whip them up, stick ‘em up, tape ‘em up
I might put your kids in the oven and bake ‘em up
Domingo he live by the gun
You don’t cooperate, we cut off your tongue
He don’t understand what the fuck going on
How the fuck these niggas get in my home?
They fuckin’ your bitch, man that lil bitch is done
She snuck out the house and then cut on the alarm
But that is irrelevant, where is the gas bag, I keep smellin’ it
He stuttering, playin’ them games, he ain’t tellin’ it
Quavo hit him with the butt of the chopper
The pussy nigga start to yellin’ it
Put the Ruger to his medulla
He acting so foolish so now he leak fluids
Didn’t really want to do it
He a hot boy so I cool him with coolants
When you robbing got to know the maneuvers
Hit the club if you want to, if you stupid
Catch a slug to your head, now you a [?]
Now you got knocked out because of a cutie
I turn to a massacre, wrap you up
Bag it up, trap it up, then I fly out to El Salvador
I’ma eat ‘em up like I’m a carnivore
He gon’ eat the bullets like an Almond Joy

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I call my niggas to giddy up
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My niggas press you, make you ante up

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I call my niggas to giddy up
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My niggas press you, make you ante up

Know Offset, we having AK47’s
We having F&N’s
We having Glock 40’s
I think we just got the Draco
That bitch got ‘bout a hundred round clip on it
You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?