Caught With a Stick FN DaDealer

[Intro]
Naw for real, man, who?
Who the fuck was saying I ain't got it?
Tellin' them we all slide, so Dolce Gabbana might shoot
Probably a nigga who ain't even gettin' it
Who the fuck was saying I ain't got it?
Probably a nigga who ain't even gettin' it
Let's do it, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I blew twenty racks in a week, this shit I'm rockin' ain't cheap (Rockin' ain't cheap)
I'm on this Perc' and I need me a freak, I like 'em bougie, ain't fuckin' for free
She know her nigga ain't fuckin' with me (On God), that's why she fuckin' with me
Run that shit up, then I go and repeat
Ain't missing no keys, I'm always on beat, yeah (On God)

[Verse 1]
Young turnt nigga come straight out the city
We be thеm niggas they mention (They mеntion)
I got this shit out the mud, know they dig it
I'm tryna hit where it hurt, make 'em feel it
You can't compare me to them, I'm the realest
I keep it cool, if we get on your ass, then we killin'
I cut him off, I ain't having no dealings
I lost my feelings and found me some millions