Sticks in the Party Quezz Ruthless & Baby K (Ft. Big Scarr)

[Intro: Quezz Ruthless]
(BandPlay)
Uh
Uh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Grim Reaper Gang
Bitch ass nigga (Uh, yeah, uh)

[Chorus: Quezz Ruthless]
Yeah, uh
We got them sticks in the party, so don't be retarded
Ain’t trust so we gon' get it poppin'
Not like these rap niggas, these niggas fake and they flodgin’
They know they ain't chalk 'em a body
Rich nigga ridin' round with choppas, I'm smokin' Biscotti, 'bout twenty racks stuffed in my pocket
I was just stuck on the block, now we board on the yacht
They like, "Damn, he took off like a rocket"
Old bitches callin' my phone ’cause they see that I’m on, I'm the talk of thе town, I’m the topic
Ion't even answеr the phone and I leave 'em on read, you could say that the young nigga cocky
We put this bread on your head, have them young niggas spinnin' while we somewhere gettin’ some massages
Even though I'm rich and ruthless, my bitch bad and boujee, too thick, never seen nothing like her

[Verse 1: Big Scarr]
Uh, you play with the gang, you in danger
Give him a headshot, now watch the ER pick his brains up
Double R gang, they can't tame us
I hit the bitch from the front and the back, different angles, now she keep bringing my name up
My shirt, it say Christian Dior, but my jacket Palm Angel
Amiri jean, it not Wranglers
Hitters pull up, I hop out with them sticks, Power Ranger
Ninja mask so they can't blame us
Still'll pop out and go slide like a nigga ain't famous
Still in the hood on that gang shit
Don't fuck with rappers, these niggas, they always on lame shit
Hop in the 'Cat, watch me lane switch
The money ain't do nothing but made a young nigga more painless
Reach for this ice, leave you famous