Stick Talk (Lavagirl) Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Yeah, I told slatt I'm finna talk some shit, man
We throwin' P's in this bitch, man
Throwin' L's in this bitch, man
And we throwin' shells in this bitch

[Chorus]
I'm with my nigga from the Nolia and he down to let it spark
I forgot to mention that my bitch got a AR
Got a couple lil' tools, put you in the graveyard
Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark
These ain't no .22 bullets, they leave more than a scar, boy
Hit you up like Lavagirl and leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy
From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be down to let it spark, boy
Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I hit you with a dart, boy

[Verse 1]
Best not let me catch you walking through the park, boy
Big bro keep two revolvers, he a cowboy
Leave you with a shit bag, you got bloody farts, boy
Infrared dots, let me get you in the dark, boy
I ain't gon' say too much, I'm 'bout the action
Lost my brother so I'm never with the lackin'
Shit get bloody, real bloody, no napkin
We was getting scummy for the money, makin' it happen
Grrah, I unload the clip, uh
I ain't going to throw no fist at all, you can suck a dick, uh
Bullets pin you to the wall, you a poster, kid, uh
Should've stayed your ass in school like you 'posed to, kid
Twelve gauge shotty, I been on my trucker shit, uh
SK, no karate, let that motherfucker kick
Back in the day, I ain't trap on text, hit me on my Kik, uh
Feds ain't catchin' shit, uh
Treat this gun like this brick, I'm gon' get that bitch off