Stick & Move Hot Boys (Ft. Birdman & Lac)

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I don't have all day to be chillin'
Just talkin' shit
You done got me out here now
I'm tryin' to get off this brick
I don't trust you to be up in your spot
Niggas'll blitz
These faces ain't familiar right now
I'm 'bout to split
Look, if you really want 'em
They going for 17
Other than that
I'm dropping 'em off in the mail for me
Nigga hit me on my hip
Back to back
Gotta make a St. Rose run
Cause lil' one say he got five stacks
Rush hour is the best time
To hustle for me
I hit the I-10
Blowin', pickin' up in the east
Droughts hit
But you gotta keep your ears to this street shit
Exchangin' numbers with niggas
To see what's the sweet-test deal
If it ain't
I'm chalk it up as a loss
Forever lookin' for the best shit
At minimum cost
I move around like some ants in my pants
Networkin'
You ain't got what I'm lookin' for
I'm movin' on to the next ones