Stick Em Up Mango Foo (Ft. Migos)

[Intro: Quavo]
See that nigga right there?
He slippin’
What we gon’ do?
What you mean what we gon’ do?
Aye

[Chorus: Quavo]
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)
I call my niggas to giddy up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
My niggas press you, make you ante up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)
I call my niggas to giddy up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
My niggas press you, make you ante up

[Verse 1: Quavo]
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