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(New stick)\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich,\nLeft you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's\nGon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61]I got the time, ayy\n[00:04.70]It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:06.12]Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:07.53]Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.23]I mean, normally around this time,\n[00:13.50]I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:16.99]But I know there's no way you niggas was\n[00:19.47]Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:20.95]Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:24.71]Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.54]I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.55]I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:36.86]Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:40.79]Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:45.18]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.61]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.20]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:51.06]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.14]If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.29]Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:57.69]Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:01.94]Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:05.91]Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57]Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.69]One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.58]Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.10]Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.25]Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.81]Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.61]Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.59]But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.72]I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.52]Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.90]One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.74]One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:34.16]Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.90]Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:38.02]Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.83]Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.76]Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:44.12]Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:45.97]Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.01]We got calibers, categorized\n[01:49.99]FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.05]I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.28]So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.09]If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.95]Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:00.95]First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.04]Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:06.84]I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:09.55]Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.49](Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.44]Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:17.32]Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.37]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:23.92]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:25.92]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.15]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:31.06]Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.48]Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.30]I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.59]Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.43]I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.12]Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.08]Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.38]I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.11]My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.30]They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:53.76]I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:57.74]Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.17]Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n[03:02.03]Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.06]Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:07.85]Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:10.39]Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.28]Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.66]You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.47]I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.76]Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.43]Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.31]Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.85]Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.54]Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29]You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.16]I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:36.90]You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.03]Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.38]Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:43.84]Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.28]Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.56]Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.23]Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.88]Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.58]In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.46]Not just occasionally\n[03:56.86]Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.46]I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:01.45]You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:03.37]Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.73]I call up some niggas I know that's\n[04:07.69]Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.63]Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.96]Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.74]I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.68]Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:15.33]They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:17.93]Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:19.85]Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.40]And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.28]So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.88]I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.43]But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.34]Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.72]Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:35.31]Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:39.50]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.31]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.33]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.58]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.26]Dreamville\n[04:48.62]Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.42]Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.28]Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:56.40]Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:57.70]Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:59.23]Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:01.27]Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:03.17]Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.10]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville\n  album: Stick\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got the time, ayy\n  start_ms: 3610\n  end_ms: 4700\n- text: It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  start_ms: 4700\n  end_ms: 6120\n- text: Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  start_ms: 6120\n  end_ms: 7530\n- text: Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this 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303170\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304100\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time,\n  I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was\n  Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a 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rich,\n  Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's\n  Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  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pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time,\nI'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was\nReady for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on 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whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's\nGon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61] I got the time, ayy\n[00:04.70] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:06.12] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:07.53] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.23] I mean, normally around this time,\n[00:13.50] I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:16.99] But I know there's no way you niggas was\n[00:19.47] Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:20.95] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:24.71] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.54] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.55] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:36.86] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:40.79] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:45.18] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.61] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.20] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:51.06] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.14] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.29] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:57.69] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:01.94] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:05.91] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.69] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.58] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.10] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.25] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.81] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.61] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.59] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.72] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.52] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.90] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.74] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:34.16] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.90] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:38.02] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.83] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.76] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:44.12] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:45.97] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.01] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:49.99] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.05] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.28] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.09] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.95] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:00.95] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.04] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:06.84] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:09.55] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.49] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.44] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:17.32] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.37] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:23.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:25.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.15] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:31.06] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.48] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.30] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.59] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.43] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.12] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.08] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.38] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.11] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.30] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:53.76] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:57.74] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.17] Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n[03:02.03] Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.06] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:07.85] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:10.39] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.28] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.66] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.47] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.76] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.43] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.31] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.85] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.54] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.16] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:36.90] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.03] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.38] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:43.84] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.28] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.56] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.23] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.88] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.58] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.46] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.86] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.46] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:01.45] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:03.37] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.73] I call up some niggas I know that's\n[04:07.69] Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.63] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.96] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.74] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.68] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:15.33] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:17.93] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:19.85] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.40] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.28] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.88] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.43] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.34] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.72] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:35.31] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:39.50] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.31] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.33] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.58] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.26] Dreamville\n[04:48.62] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.42] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.28] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:56.40] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:57.70] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:59.23] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:01.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:03.17] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville\n  album: 'D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape'\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got the time, ayy\n  start_ms: 3610\n  end_ms: 4700\n- text: It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  start_ms: 4700\n  end_ms: 6120\n- text: Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  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210290\n  end_ms: 213160\n- text: I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  start_ms: 213160\n  end_ms: 216900\n- text: You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  start_ms: 216900\n  end_ms: 221030\n- text: Like niggas don't run this\n  start_ms: 221030\n  end_ms: 222380\n- text: Uh (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 222380\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 227560\n- text: Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  start_ms: 227560\n  end_ms: 229230\n- text: Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 229230\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 233580\n- text: In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 233580\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: Not just occasionally\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 236860\n- text: Got to make cake 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a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 281310\n  end_ms: 283330\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283330\n  end_ms: 285580\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285580\n  end_ms: 287260\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287260\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290420\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290420\n  end_ms: 292280\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292280\n  end_ms: 296400\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 296400\n  end_ms: 297700\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 297700\n  end_ms: 299230\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 299230\n  end_ms: 301270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 301270\n  end_ms: 303170\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 303170\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304100\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time,\n  I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was\n  Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  (Leave God out of this, JID)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n  I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n  Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's\n  Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  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bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\n\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\n\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\n\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.54] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.88] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.54] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.52] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.08] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.12] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.12] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.74] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.76] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.38] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.98] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.99] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.48] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.51] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.50] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.56] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.63] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.63] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.65] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.76] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.78] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.87] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.76] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.77] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.77] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.72] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.71] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.75] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.98] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.86] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.33] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.03] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.69] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.55] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.94] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.08] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.08] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.46] Smell a bitch, crack a 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(stick)\n[03:28.53] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.56] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.24] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.93] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.68] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.55] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.70] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.98] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.63] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.57] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.91] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.88] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.09] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.01] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.87] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.20] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.75] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.94] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.75] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.28] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.38] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.34] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.37] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.57] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.48] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.33] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.13] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.99] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.17] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.02] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.63] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.51] Dreamville\n[04:48.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.14] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.26] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.27] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.21] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.39] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.34] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville\n  album: New Music Releases Week 13 of 2022\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got the time, ayy\n  start_ms: 140\n  end_ms: 1540\n- text: It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  start_ms: 1540\n  end_ms: 5880\n- text: Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  start_ms: 5880\n  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130170\n  end_ms: 132130\n- text: (Leave God out of this, JID)\n  start_ms: 132130\n  end_ms: 134600\n- text: Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  start_ms: 134600\n  end_ms: 138340\n- text: Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  start_ms: 138340\n  end_ms: 142050\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  start_ms: 142050\n  end_ms: 144050\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 144050\n  end_ms: 146090\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 146090\n  end_ms: 148030\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 148030\n  end_ms: 152020\n- text: Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  start_ms: 152020\n  end_ms: 155650\n- text: Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  start_ms: 155650\n  end_ms: 157500\n- text: I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  start_ms: 157500\n  end_ms: 159380\n- text: Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  start_ms: 159380\n  end_ms: 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a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283630\n  end_ms: 285670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285670\n  end_ms: 287510\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287510\n  end_ms: 288270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288270\n  end_ms: 290140\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290140\n  end_ms: 292260\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292260\n  end_ms: 294270\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 294270\n  end_ms: 296210\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 296210\n  end_ms: 298390\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 298390\n  end_ms: 300340\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 300340\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304560\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? 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forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take 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for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the 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(New stick)\n\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\n\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\n\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a 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every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.54] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.88] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.54] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.52] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.08] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.12] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.12] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.74] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.76] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.38] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.98] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.99] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.48] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.51] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.50] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.56] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.63] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.63] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.65] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.76] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.78] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.87] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.76] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.77] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.77] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.72] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.71] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.75] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.98] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.86] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.33] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.03] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.69] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.55] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.94] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.08] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.08] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.46] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:01.26] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.26] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:07.45] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:10.17] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.13] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.60] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:18.34] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:24.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:26.09] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.03] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:32.02] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.65] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.50] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.38] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.28] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.33] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.43] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.42] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.41] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.59] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:54.21] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:58.33] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.38] Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.46] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:08.23] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:09.92] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.69] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.59] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.60] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.63] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.66] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.77] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.70] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.53] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.56] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.24] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.93] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.68] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.55] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.70] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.98] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.63] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.57] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.91] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.88] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.09] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.01] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.87] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.20] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.75] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.94] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.75] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.28] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.38] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.34] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.37] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.57] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.48] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.33] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.13] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.99] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.17] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.02] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.63] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.51] Dreamville\n[04:48.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.14] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.26] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.27] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.21] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.39] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.34] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville\n  album: 'D‐Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape'\n  duration_ms: 309368\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got the time, ayy\n  start_ms: 140\n  end_ms: 1540\n- text: It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  start_ms: 1540\n  end_ms: 5880\n- text: Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  start_ms: 5880\n  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 It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? 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them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time,\nI'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was\nReady for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich,\nLeft you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery 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brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61]I got the time, ayy\n[00:04.70]It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:06.12]Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:07.53]Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.23]I mean, normally around this time,\n[00:13.50]I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:16.99]But I know there's no way you niggas was\n[00:19.47]Ready for what's about to happen 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(yeah)\n[02:47.38]I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.11]My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.30]They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:53.76]I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:57.74]Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.17]Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n[03:02.03]Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.06]Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:07.85]Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:10.39]Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.28]Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.66]You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.47]I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.76]Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.43]Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.31]Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.85]Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.54]Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29]You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.16]I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:36.90]You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.03]Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.38]Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:43.84]Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.28]Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.56]Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.23]Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.88]Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.58]In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.46]Not just occasionally\n[03:56.86]Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.46]I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:01.45]You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:03.37]Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.73]I call up some niggas I know that's\n[04:07.69]Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.63]Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.96]Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.74]I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.68]Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:15.33]They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:17.93]Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:19.85]Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.40]And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.28]So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.88]I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.43]But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.34]Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.72]Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:35.31]Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:39.50]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.31]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.33]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.58]I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.26]Dreamville\n[04:48.62]Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.42]Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.28]Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:56.40]Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:57.70]Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:59.23]Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:01.27]Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:03.17]Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.10]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: stick\n  artist: dreamville\n  album: dday a gangsta grillz mixtape\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got the time, ayy\n  start_ms: 3610\n  end_ms: 4700\n- text: It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  start_ms: 4700\n  end_ms: 6120\n- text: Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  start_ms: 6120\n  end_ms: 7530\n- text: Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  start_ms: 7530\n  end_ms: 11230\n- text: I mean, normally around this time,\n  start_ms: 11230\n  end_ms: 13500\n- text: I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  start_ms: 13500\n  end_ms: 16990\n- text: But I know there's no way you niggas was\n  start_ms: 16990\n  end_ms: 19470\n- text: Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n  start_ms: 19470\n  end_ms: 20950\n- text: Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  start_ms: 20950\n  end_ms: 24710\n- text: Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  start_ms: 24710\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 32550\n- text: I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  start_ms: 32550\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 40790\n- text: Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  start_ms: 40790\n  end_ms: 45180\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  start_ms: 45180\n  end_ms: 48610\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  start_ms: 48610\n  end_ms: 50200\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  start_ms: 50200\n  end_ms: 51060\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 51060\n  end_ms: 52140\n- text: If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n  start_ms: 52140\n  end_ms: 54290\n- text: Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  start_ms: 54290\n  end_ms: 57690\n- text: Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  start_ms: 57690\n  end_ms: 61940\n- text: Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  start_ms: 61940\n  end_ms: 65910\n- text: Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n  start_ms: 65910\n  end_ms: 69570\n- text: Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  start_ms: 69570\n  end_ms: 71690\n- text: One is for shootin' and one is 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allergies, we got alibis\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 108010\n- text: We got calibers, categorized\n  start_ms: 108010\n  end_ms: 109990\n- text: FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n  start_ms: 109990\n  end_ms: 112050\n- text: I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  start_ms: 112050\n  end_ms: 115280\n- text: So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  start_ms: 115280\n  end_ms: 117090\n- text: If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  start_ms: 117090\n  end_ms: 118950\n- text: Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  start_ms: 118950\n  end_ms: 120950\n- text: First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  start_ms: 120950\n  end_ms: 124040\n- text: Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  start_ms: 124040\n  end_ms: 126840\n- text: I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  start_ms: 126840\n  end_ms: 129550\n- text: Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  start_ms: 129550\n  end_ms: 132490\n- text: (Leave God out of this, JID)\n  start_ms: 132490\n  end_ms: 134440\n- text: Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  start_ms: 134440\n  end_ms: 137320\n- text: Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  start_ms: 137320\n  end_ms: 142370\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  start_ms: 142370\n  end_ms: 143920\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 143920\n  end_ms: 145920\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 145920\n  end_ms: 148150\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 148150\n  end_ms: 151060\n- text: Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  start_ms: 151060\n  end_ms: 155480\n- text: Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  start_ms: 155480\n  end_ms: 157300\n- text: I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  start_ms: 157300\n  end_ms: 159590\n- text: Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  start_ms: 159590\n  end_ms: 161430\n- text: I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  start_ms: 161430\n  end_ms: 163120\n- text: Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  start_ms: 163120\n  end_ms: 165080\n- text: Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  start_ms: 165080\n  end_ms: 167380\n- text: I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  start_ms: 167380\n  end_ms: 169110\n- text: My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  start_ms: 169110\n  end_ms: 171300\n- text: They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n  start_ms: 171300\n  end_ms: 173760\n- text: I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  start_ms: 173760\n  end_ms: 177740\n- text: Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  start_ms: 177740\n  end_ms: 180170\n- text: Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n  start_ms: 180170\n  end_ms: 182030\n- text: Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  start_ms: 182030\n  end_ms: 184060\n- text: Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  start_ms: 184060\n  end_ms: 187850\n- text: Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n  start_ms: 187850\n  end_ms: 190390\n- text: Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  start_ms: 190390\n  end_ms: 192280\n- text: Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  start_ms: 192280\n  end_ms: 194660\n- text: You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  start_ms: 194660\n  end_ms: 196470\n- text: I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  start_ms: 196470\n  end_ms: 198760\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  start_ms: 198760\n  end_ms: 200430\n- text: Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  start_ms: 200430\n  end_ms: 202310\n- text: Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  start_ms: 202310\n  end_ms: 204850\n- text: Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n  start_ms: 204850\n  end_ms: 208540\n- text: Alright, so check it out\n  start_ms: 208540\n  end_ms: 210290\n- text: You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  start_ms: 210290\n  end_ms: 213160\n- text: I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  start_ms: 213160\n  end_ms: 216900\n- text: You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  start_ms: 216900\n  end_ms: 221030\n- text: Like niggas don't run this\n  start_ms: 221030\n  end_ms: 222380\n- text: Uh (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 222380\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 227560\n- text: Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  start_ms: 227560\n  end_ms: 229230\n- text: Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 229230\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 233580\n- text: In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 233580\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: Not just occasionally\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 236860\n- text: Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  start_ms: 236860\n  end_ms: 239460\n- text: I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  start_ms: 239460\n  end_ms: 241450\n- text: You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  start_ms: 241450\n  end_ms: 243370\n- text: Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  start_ms: 243370\n  end_ms: 245730\n- text: I call up some niggas I know that's\n  start_ms: 245730\n  end_ms: 247690\n- text: Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  start_ms: 247690\n  end_ms: 248630\n- text: Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  start_ms: 248630\n  end_ms: 249960\n- text: Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 249960\n  end_ms: 251740\n- text: I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  start_ms: 251740\n  end_ms: 253680\n- text: Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n  start_ms: 253680\n  end_ms: 255330\n- text: They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  start_ms: 255330\n  end_ms: 257930\n- text: Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  start_ms: 257930\n  end_ms: 259850\n- text: Money so long, if I start in the south\n  start_ms: 259850\n  end_ms: 262400\n- text: And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  start_ms: 262400\n  end_ms: 264280\n- text: So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  start_ms: 264280\n  end_ms: 266880\n- text: I know that God got his grace with me\n  start_ms: 266880\n  end_ms: 268430\n- text: But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  start_ms: 268430\n  end_ms: 270340\n- text: Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  start_ms: 270340\n  end_ms: 271720\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  start_ms: 271720\n  end_ms: 275310\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  start_ms: 275310\n  end_ms: 279500\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 279500\n  end_ms: 281310\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 281310\n  end_ms: 283330\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283330\n  end_ms: 285580\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285580\n  end_ms: 287260\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287260\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290420\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290420\n  end_ms: 292280\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292280\n  end_ms: 296400\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 296400\n  end_ms: 297700\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 297700\n  end_ms: 299230\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 299230\n  end_ms: 301270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 301270\n  end_ms: 303170\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 303170\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304100\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time,\n  I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was\n  Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  (Leave God out of this, JID)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n  I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n  Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's\n  Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  Dreamville\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n"},{"id":14087161,"name":"Stick by Dreamville, JID & J. Cole ft. Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes","trackName":"Stick by Dreamville, JID & J. Cole ft. Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes","artistName":"Dreamville","albumName":"D‐Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the time, ayy\nIt's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\nHahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\n\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\n\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\n\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.54] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.88] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.54] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.52] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.08] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.12] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.12] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.74] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.76] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.38] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.98] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.99] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.48] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.51] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.50] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.56] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.63] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.63] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.65] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.76] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.78] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.87] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.76] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.77] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.77] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.72] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.71] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.75] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.98] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.86] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.33] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.03] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.69] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.55] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.94] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.08] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.08] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.46] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:01.26] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.26] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:07.45] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:10.17] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.13] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.60] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:18.34] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:24.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:26.09] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.03] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:32.02] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.65] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.50] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.38] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.28] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.33] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.43] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.42] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.41] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.59] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:54.21] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:58.33] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.38] Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.46] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:08.23] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:09.92] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.69] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.59] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.60] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.63] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.66] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.77] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.70] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.53] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.56] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.24] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.93] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.68] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.55] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.70] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.98] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.63] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.57] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.91] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.88] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.09] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.01] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.87] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.20] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.75] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.94] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.75] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.28] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.38] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.34] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.37] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.57] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.48] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.33] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.13] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.99] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.17] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.02] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.63] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.51] Dreamville\n[04:48.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.14] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.26] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.27] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.21] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.39] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.34] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick by Dreamville, JID & J. 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258380\n  end_ms: 260340\n- text: Money so long, if I start in the south\n  start_ms: 260340\n  end_ms: 262370\n- text: And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  start_ms: 262370\n  end_ms: 264570\n- text: So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  start_ms: 264570\n  end_ms: 266480\n- text: I know that God got his grace with me\n  start_ms: 266480\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 270130\n- text: Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  start_ms: 270130\n  end_ms: 271990\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  start_ms: 271990\n  end_ms: 276170\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  start_ms: 276170\n  end_ms: 280020\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 280020\n  end_ms: 281670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 281670\n  end_ms: 283630\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283630\n  end_ms: 285670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285670\n  end_ms: 287510\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287510\n  end_ms: 288270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288270\n  end_ms: 290140\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290140\n  end_ms: 292260\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292260\n  end_ms: 294270\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 294270\n  end_ms: 296210\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 296210\n  end_ms: 298390\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 298390\n  end_ms: 300340\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 300340\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304560\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  (Leave God out of this, JID)\n\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\n  Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\n  I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take 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Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\n\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.52] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.83] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.51] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.55] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.09] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.10] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.18] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.78] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.75] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.35] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.94] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.81] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.89] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.96] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.42] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.53] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.54] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.58] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.64] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.59] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.65] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.64] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.80] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.79] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.85] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.74] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.71] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.74] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.76] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.75] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.71] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.96] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.81] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.37] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.07] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.63] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.52] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.98] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.07] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.05] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.47] Smell a bitch, crack a 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(stick)\n[03:28.57] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.30] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.50] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.30] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.96] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.70] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.59] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.64] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.90] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.66] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.60] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.98] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.90] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.05] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.00] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.81] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.29] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.71] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.92] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.70] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.24] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.36] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.30] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.32] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.52] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.45] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.32] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.16] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.91] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.20] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.68] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.70] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.66] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.55] Dreamville\n[04:48.24] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.15] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.24] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.29] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.24] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.31] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.38] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville, JID\n  album: 'D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape'\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got the time, ayy\n  start_ms: 130\n  end_ms: 1520\n- text: It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  start_ms: 1520\n  end_ms: 5830\n- text: Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  start_ms: 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a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283700\n  end_ms: 285660\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285660\n  end_ms: 287550\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287550\n  end_ms: 288240\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288240\n  end_ms: 290150\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290150\n  end_ms: 292240\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292240\n  end_ms: 294290\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 294290\n  end_ms: 296240\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 296240\n  end_ms: 298310\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 298310\n  end_ms: 300380\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 300380\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304560\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll 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Topic","albumName":"D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the time, ayy\nIt's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\nHahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time,\nI'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was\nReady for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on 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whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's\nGon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61] I got the time, ayy\n[00:04.76] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:06.18] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:07.56] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.25] I mean, normally around this time,\n[00:13.43] I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:16.94] But I know there's no way you niggas was\n[00:19.40] Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:20.98] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:24.74] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.59] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.54] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:36.88] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:40.71] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:45.16] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.65] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.26] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:51.02] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.15] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.23] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:57.62] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:01.94] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:05.90] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.50] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.61] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.52] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.13] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.29] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.88] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.67] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.55] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.70] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.53] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.94] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.76] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:34.19] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.98] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:38.00] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.89] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.76] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:44.14] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:45.99] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.09] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:49.93] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.00] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.26] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.09] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.97] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:00.99] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.04] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:06.80] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:09.51] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.50] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.41] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:17.33] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.30] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:23.93] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:25.96] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.10] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:31.02] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.52] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.25] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.52] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.47] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.10] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.09] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.35] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.18] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.39] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:53.75] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:57.74] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.14] Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n[03:02.04] Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.04] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:07.88] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:10.34] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.21] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.67] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.42] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.44] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.36] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.87] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.59] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.28] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.12] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:36.82] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.08] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.38] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:43.80] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.20] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.56] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.23] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.86] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.52] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.45] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.85] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.48] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:01.47] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:03.36] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.77] I call up some niggas I know that's\n[04:07.66] Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.62] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.91] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.75] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.64] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:15.38] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:17.96] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:19.89] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.42] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.28] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.83] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.39] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.36] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.73] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:35.37] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:39.57] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.35] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.36] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.56] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.25] Dreamville\n[04:48.66] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.43] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.30] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:56.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:57.75] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:59.24] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:01.28] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:03.13] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville - 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couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new 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(AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.10] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.18] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.78] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.75] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.35] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.94] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.81] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.89] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.96] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.42] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.53] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.54] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.58] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.64] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.59] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.65] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.64] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.80] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.79] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.85] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.74] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.71] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.74] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.76] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.75] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.71] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.96] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.81] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.37] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.07] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.63] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.52] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.98] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.07] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.05] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.47] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:01.21] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.26] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:07.48] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:10.17] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.16] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.54] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:18.35] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.00] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:24.09] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:26.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.09] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:32.03] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.69] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.51] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.36] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.26] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.37] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.42] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.45] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.43] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.52] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:54.24] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:58.30] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.31] Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.42] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:08.23] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:09.93] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.70] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.58] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.67] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.65] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.60] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.74] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.65] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.57] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.30] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.50] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.30] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.96] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.70] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.59] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.64] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.90] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.66] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.60] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.98] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.90] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.05] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.00] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.81] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.29] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.71] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.92] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.70] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.24] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.36] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.30] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.32] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.52] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.45] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.32] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.16] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.91] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.20] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.68] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.70] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.66] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.55] Dreamville\n[04:48.24] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.15] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.24] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.29] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.24] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.31] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.38] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dreamville, JID, J. 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130170\n  end_ms: 132160\n- text: (Leave God out of this, JID)\n  start_ms: 132160\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 138350\n- text: Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  start_ms: 138350\n  end_ms: 142000\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  start_ms: 142000\n  end_ms: 144090\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 144090\n  end_ms: 146050\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 146050\n  end_ms: 148090\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 148090\n  end_ms: 152030\n- text: Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  start_ms: 152030\n  end_ms: 155690\n- text: Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  start_ms: 155690\n  end_ms: 157510\n- text: I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  start_ms: 157510\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 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like invasions\n  start_ms: 213590\n  end_ms: 217500\n- text: You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  start_ms: 217500\n  end_ms: 221300\n- text: Like niggas don't run this\n  start_ms: 221300\n  end_ms: 222960\n- text: Uh (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 222960\n  end_ms: 224050\n- text: Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  start_ms: 224050\n  end_ms: 225700\n- text: Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  start_ms: 225700\n  end_ms: 227590\n- text: Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  start_ms: 227590\n  end_ms: 229640\n- text: Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 229640\n  end_ms: 231900\n- text: Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  start_ms: 231900\n  end_ms: 233660\n- text: In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 233660\n  end_ms: 235600\n- text: Not just occasionally\n  start_ms: 235600\n  end_ms: 236980\n- text: Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  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a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283700\n  end_ms: 285660\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285660\n  end_ms: 287550\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287550\n  end_ms: 288240\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288240\n  end_ms: 290150\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290150\n  end_ms: 292240\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292240\n  end_ms: 294290\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 294290\n  end_ms: 296240\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 296240\n  end_ms: 298310\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 298310\n  end_ms: 300380\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 300380\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304560\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  (Leave God out of this, JID)\n\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\n  Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\n  I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\n  Dreamville\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n"},{"id":2786654,"name":"Stick (feat. Sheck Wes)","trackName":"Stick (feat. Sheck Wes)","artistName":"Dreamville","albumName":"D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the time, ayy\nIt's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\nHahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time,\nI'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was\nReady for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich,\nLeft you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's\nGon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61] I got the time, ayy\n[00:04.70] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:06.12] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:07.53] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.23] I mean, normally around this time,\n[00:13.50] I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:16.99] But I know there's no way you niggas was\n[00:19.47] Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:20.95] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:24.71] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.54] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.55] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:36.86] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:40.79] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:45.18] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.61] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.20] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:51.06] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.14] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.29] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:57.69] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:01.94] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:05.91] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.69] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.58] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.10] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.25] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.81] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.61] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.59] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.72] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.52] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.90] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.74] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:34.16] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.90] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:38.02] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.83] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.76] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:44.12] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:45.97] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.01] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:49.99] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.05] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.28] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.09] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.95] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:00.95] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.04] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:06.84] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:09.55] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.49] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.44] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:17.32] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.37] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:23.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:25.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.15] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:31.06] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.48] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.30] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.59] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.43] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.12] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.08] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.38] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.11] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.30] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:53.76] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:57.74] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.17] Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n[03:02.03] Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.06] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:07.85] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:10.39] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.28] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.66] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.47] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.76] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.43] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.31] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.85] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.54] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.16] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:36.90] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.03] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.38] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:43.84] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.28] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.56] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.23] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.88] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.58] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.46] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.86] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.46] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:01.45] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:03.37] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.73] I call up some niggas I know that's\n[04:07.69] Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.63] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.96] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.74] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.68] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:15.33] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:17.93] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:19.85] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.40] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.28] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.88] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.43] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.34] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.72] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:35.31] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:39.50] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.31] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.33] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.58] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.26] Dreamville\n[04:48.62] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.42] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.28] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:56.40] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:57.70] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:59.23] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:01.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:03.17] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick (feat. 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210290\n  end_ms: 213160\n- text: I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  start_ms: 213160\n  end_ms: 216900\n- text: You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  start_ms: 216900\n  end_ms: 221030\n- text: Like niggas don't run this\n  start_ms: 221030\n  end_ms: 222380\n- text: Uh (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 222380\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 227560\n- text: Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  start_ms: 227560\n  end_ms: 229230\n- text: Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 229230\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 233580\n- text: In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 233580\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: Not just occasionally\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 236860\n- text: Got to make cake 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255330\n  end_ms: 257930\n- text: Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  start_ms: 257930\n  end_ms: 259850\n- text: Money so long, if I start in the south\n  start_ms: 259850\n  end_ms: 262400\n- text: And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  start_ms: 262400\n  end_ms: 264280\n- text: So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  start_ms: 264280\n  end_ms: 266880\n- text: I know that God got his grace with me\n  start_ms: 266880\n  end_ms: 268430\n- text: But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  start_ms: 268430\n  end_ms: 270340\n- text: Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  start_ms: 270340\n  end_ms: 271720\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  start_ms: 271720\n  end_ms: 275310\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  start_ms: 275310\n  end_ms: 279500\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 279500\n  end_ms: 281310\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 281310\n  end_ms: 283330\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283330\n  end_ms: 285580\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285580\n  end_ms: 287260\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287260\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290420\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290420\n  end_ms: 292280\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292280\n  end_ms: 296400\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 296400\n  end_ms: 297700\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 297700\n  end_ms: 299230\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 299230\n  end_ms: 301270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 301270\n  end_ms: 303170\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 303170\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304100\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time,\n  I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was\n  Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  (Leave God out of this, JID)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n  I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n  Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's\n  Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  Dreamville\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n"},{"id":14199068,"name":"Stick","trackName":"Stick","artistName":"Dreamville & J. Cole","albumName":"D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape","duration":309.002449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the time, ayy\nIt's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\nHahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\n\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\n\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\n\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.54] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.88] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.54] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.52] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.08] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.12] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.12] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.74] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.76] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.38] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.98] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.99] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.48] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.51] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.50] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.56] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.63] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.63] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.65] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.76] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.78] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.87] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.76] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.77] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.77] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.72] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.71] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.75] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.98] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.86] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.33] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.03] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.69] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.55] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.94] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.08] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.08] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.46] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:01.26] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.26] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:07.45] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:10.17] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.13] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.60] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:18.34] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:24.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:26.09] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.03] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:32.02] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.65] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.50] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.38] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.28] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.33] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.43] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.42] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.41] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.59] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:54.21] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:58.33] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.38] Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.46] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:08.23] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:09.92] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.69] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.59] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.60] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.63] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.66] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.77] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.70] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.53] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.56] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.24] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.93] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.68] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.55] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.70] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.98] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.63] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.57] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.91] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.88] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.09] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.01] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.87] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.20] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.75] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.94] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.75] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.28] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.38] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.34] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.37] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.57] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.48] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.33] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.13] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.99] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.17] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.02] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.63] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.51] Dreamville\n[04:48.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.14] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.26] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.27] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.21] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.39] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.34] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville & J. 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a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283630\n  end_ms: 285670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285670\n  end_ms: 287510\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287510\n  end_ms: 288270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288270\n  end_ms: 290140\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290140\n  end_ms: 292260\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292260\n  end_ms: 294270\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 294270\n  end_ms: 296210\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 296210\n  end_ms: 298390\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 298390\n  end_ms: 300340\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 300340\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304560\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? 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couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.54] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.88] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.54] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.52] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.08] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.12] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.12] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.74] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.76] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.38] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.98] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.99] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.48] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.51] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.50] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.56] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.63] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.63] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.65] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.76] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.78] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.87] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.76] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.77] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.77] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.72] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.71] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.75] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.98] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.86] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.33] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.03] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.69] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.55] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.94] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.08] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.08] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.46] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:01.26] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.26] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:07.45] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:10.17] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.13] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.60] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:18.34] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:24.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:26.09] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.03] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:32.02] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.65] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.50] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.38] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.28] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.33] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.43] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.42] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.41] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.59] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:54.21] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:58.33] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.38] Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.46] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:08.23] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:09.92] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.69] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.59] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.60] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.63] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.66] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.77] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.70] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.53] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.56] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.24] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.93] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.68] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.55] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.70] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.98] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.63] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.57] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.91] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.88] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.09] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.01] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.87] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.20] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.75] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.94] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.75] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.28] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.38] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.34] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.37] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.57] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.48] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.33] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.13] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.99] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.17] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.02] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.63] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.51] Dreamville\n[04:48.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.14] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.26] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.27] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.21] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.39] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.34] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville & J. 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258380\n  end_ms: 260340\n- text: Money so long, if I start in the south\n  start_ms: 260340\n  end_ms: 262370\n- text: And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  start_ms: 262370\n  end_ms: 264570\n- text: So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  start_ms: 264570\n  end_ms: 266480\n- text: I know that God got his grace with me\n  start_ms: 266480\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 270130\n- text: Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  start_ms: 270130\n  end_ms: 271990\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  start_ms: 271990\n  end_ms: 276170\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  start_ms: 276170\n  end_ms: 280020\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 280020\n  end_ms: 281670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 281670\n  end_ms: 283630\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283630\n  end_ms: 285670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285670\n  end_ms: 287510\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287510\n  end_ms: 288270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288270\n  end_ms: 290140\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290140\n  end_ms: 292260\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292260\n  end_ms: 294270\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 294270\n  end_ms: 296210\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 296210\n  end_ms: 298390\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 298390\n  end_ms: 300340\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 300340\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304560\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  (Leave God out of this, JID)\n\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\n  Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\n  I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take 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couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.52] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.83] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.51] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.55] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.09] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.10] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.18] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.78] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.75] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.35] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.94] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.81] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.89] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.96] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.42] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.53] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.54] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.58] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.64] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.59] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.65] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.64] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.80] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.79] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.85] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.74] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.71] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.74] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.76] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.75] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.71] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.96] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.81] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.37] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.07] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.63] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.52] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.98] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.07] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.05] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.47] Smell a bitch, crack a 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brrt)\n[04:08.29] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.71] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.92] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.70] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.24] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.36] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.30] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.32] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.52] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.45] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.32] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.16] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.91] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.20] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.68] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.70] I got a new stick (I got 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 It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll 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Cole","albumName":"D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the time, ayy\nIt's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\nHahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time,\nI'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was\nReady for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich,\nLeft you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's\nGon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61] I got the time, ayy\n[00:04.70] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:06.12] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:07.53] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.23] I mean, normally around this time,\n[00:13.50] I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:16.99] But I know there's no way you niggas was\n[00:19.47] Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:20.95] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:24.71] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.54] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.55] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:36.86] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:40.79] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:45.18] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.61] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.20] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:51.06] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.14] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.29] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:57.69] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:01.94] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:05.91] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.69] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.58] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.10] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.25] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.81] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.61] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.59] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.72] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.52] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.90] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.74] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:34.16] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.90] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:38.02] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.83] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.76] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:44.12] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:45.97] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.01] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:49.99] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.05] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.28] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.09] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.95] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:00.95] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.04] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:06.84] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:09.55] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.49] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.44] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:17.32] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.37] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:23.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:25.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.15] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:31.06] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.48] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.30] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.59] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.43] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.12] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.08] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.38] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.11] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.30] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:53.76] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:57.74] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.17] Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n[03:02.03] Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.06] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:07.85] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:10.39] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.28] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.66] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.47] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.76] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.43] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.31] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.85] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.54] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.16] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:36.90] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.03] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.38] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:43.84] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.28] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.56] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.23] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.88] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.58] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.46] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.86] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.46] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:01.45] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:03.37] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.73] I call up some niggas I know that's\n[04:07.69] Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.63] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.96] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.74] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.68] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:15.33] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:17.93] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:19.85] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.40] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.28] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.88] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.43] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.34] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.72] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:35.31] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:39.50] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.31] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.33] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.58] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.26] Dreamville\n[04:48.62] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.42] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.28] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:56.40] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:57.70] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:59.23] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:01.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:03.17] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville, JID & J. 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303170\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304100\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time,\n  I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was\n  Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a 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(New stick)\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on 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whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's\nGon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61] I got the time, ayy\n[00:04.70] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:06.12] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:07.53] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.23] I mean, normally around this time,\n[00:13.50] I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:16.99] But I know there's no way you niggas was\n[00:19.47] Ready for what's about to happen 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and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.69] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.58] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.10] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.25] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.81] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.61] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.59] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.72] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.52] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.90] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.74] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:34.16] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.90] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:38.02] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.83] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.76] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:44.12] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:45.97] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.01] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:49.99] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.05] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.28] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.09] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.95] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:00.95] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.04] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:06.84] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:09.55] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.49] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.44] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:17.32] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.37] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:23.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:25.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.15] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:31.06] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.48] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.30] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.59] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.43] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.12] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.08] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.38] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.11] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.30] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:53.76] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:57.74] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.17] Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n[03:02.03] Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.06] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:07.85] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:10.39] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.28] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.66] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.47] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.76] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.43] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.31] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.85] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.54] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.16] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:36.90] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.03] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.38] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:43.84] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.28] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.56] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.23] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.88] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.58] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.46] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.86] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.46] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:01.45] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:03.37] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.73] I call up some niggas I know that's\n[04:07.69] Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.63] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.96] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.74] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.68] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:15.33] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:17.93] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:19.85] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.40] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.28] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.88] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.43] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.34] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.72] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:35.31] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:39.50] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.31] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.33] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.58] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.26] Dreamville\n[04:48.62] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.42] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.28] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:56.40] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:57.70] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:59.23] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:01.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:03.17] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick (feat. 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210290\n  end_ms: 213160\n- text: I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  start_ms: 213160\n  end_ms: 216900\n- text: You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  start_ms: 216900\n  end_ms: 221030\n- text: Like niggas don't run this\n  start_ms: 221030\n  end_ms: 222380\n- text: Uh (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 222380\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 227560\n- text: Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  start_ms: 227560\n  end_ms: 229230\n- text: Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 229230\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 233580\n- text: In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 233580\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: Not just occasionally\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 236860\n- text: Got to make cake 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255330\n  end_ms: 257930\n- text: Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  start_ms: 257930\n  end_ms: 259850\n- text: Money so long, if I start in the south\n  start_ms: 259850\n  end_ms: 262400\n- text: And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  start_ms: 262400\n  end_ms: 264280\n- text: So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  start_ms: 264280\n  end_ms: 266880\n- text: I know that God got his grace with me\n  start_ms: 266880\n  end_ms: 268430\n- text: But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  start_ms: 268430\n  end_ms: 270340\n- text: Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  start_ms: 270340\n  end_ms: 271720\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  start_ms: 271720\n  end_ms: 275310\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  start_ms: 275310\n  end_ms: 279500\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 279500\n  end_ms: 281310\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 281310\n  end_ms: 283330\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283330\n  end_ms: 285580\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285580\n  end_ms: 287260\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287260\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290420\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290420\n  end_ms: 292280\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292280\n  end_ms: 296400\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 296400\n  end_ms: 297700\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 297700\n  end_ms: 299230\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 299230\n  end_ms: 301270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 301270\n  end_ms: 303170\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 303170\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304100\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time,\n  I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was\n  Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  (Leave God out of this, JID)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n  I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n  Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's\n  Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  Dreamville\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n"},{"id":29631699,"name":"Stick (feat. Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes)","trackName":"Stick (feat. Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes)","artistName":"Dreamville","albumName":"JID","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the time, ayy\nIt's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\nHahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time,\nI'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was\nReady for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich,\nLeft you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's\nGon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61] I got the time, ayy\n[00:04.70] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:06.12] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:07.53] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.23] I mean, normally around this time,\n[00:13.50] I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:16.99] But I know there's no way you niggas was\n[00:19.47] Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:20.95] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:24.71] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.54] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.55] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:36.86] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:40.79] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:45.18] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.61] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.20] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:51.06] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.14] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.29] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:57.69] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:01.94] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:05.91] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.69] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.58] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.10] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.25] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.81] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.61] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.59] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.72] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.52] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.90] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.74] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:34.16] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.90] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:38.02] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.83] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.76] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:44.12] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:45.97] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.01] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:49.99] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.05] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.28] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.09] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.95] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:00.95] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.04] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:06.84] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:09.55] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.49] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.44] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:17.32] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.37] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:23.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:25.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.15] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:31.06] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.48] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.30] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.59] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.43] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.12] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.08] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.38] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.11] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.30] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:53.76] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:57.74] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.17] Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n[03:02.03] Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.06] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:07.85] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:10.39] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.28] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.66] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.47] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.76] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.43] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.31] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.85] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.54] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.16] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:36.90] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.03] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.38] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:43.84] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.28] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.56] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.23] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.88] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.58] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.46] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.86] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.46] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:01.45] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:03.37] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.73] I call up some niggas I know that's\n[04:07.69] Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.63] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.96] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.74] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.68] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:15.33] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:17.93] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:19.85] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.40] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.28] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.88] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.43] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.34] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.72] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:35.31] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:39.50] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.31] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.33] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.58] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.26] Dreamville\n[04:48.62] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.42] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.28] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:56.40] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:57.70] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:59.23] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:01.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:03.17] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick (feat. 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210290\n  end_ms: 213160\n- text: I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  start_ms: 213160\n  end_ms: 216900\n- text: You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  start_ms: 216900\n  end_ms: 221030\n- text: Like niggas don't run this\n  start_ms: 221030\n  end_ms: 222380\n- text: Uh (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 222380\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 227560\n- text: Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  start_ms: 227560\n  end_ms: 229230\n- text: Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 229230\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 233580\n- text: In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 233580\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: Not just occasionally\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 236860\n- text: Got to make cake 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255330\n  end_ms: 257930\n- text: Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  start_ms: 257930\n  end_ms: 259850\n- text: Money so long, if I start in the south\n  start_ms: 259850\n  end_ms: 262400\n- text: And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  start_ms: 262400\n  end_ms: 264280\n- text: So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  start_ms: 264280\n  end_ms: 266880\n- text: I know that God got his grace with me\n  start_ms: 266880\n  end_ms: 268430\n- text: But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  start_ms: 268430\n  end_ms: 270340\n- text: Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  start_ms: 270340\n  end_ms: 271720\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  start_ms: 271720\n  end_ms: 275310\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  start_ms: 275310\n  end_ms: 279500\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 279500\n  end_ms: 281310\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 281310\n  end_ms: 283330\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283330\n  end_ms: 285580\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285580\n  end_ms: 287260\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287260\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290420\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290420\n  end_ms: 292280\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292280\n  end_ms: 296400\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 296400\n  end_ms: 297700\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 297700\n  end_ms: 299230\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 299230\n  end_ms: 301270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 301270\n  end_ms: 303170\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 303170\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304100\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time,\n  I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was\n  Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with 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rich,\n  Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's\n  Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  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(New stick)\n\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\n\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from 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couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.52] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.83] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.51] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.55] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.09] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.10] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.18] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.78] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.75] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.35] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.94] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.81] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.89] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.96] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.42] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.53] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.54] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.58] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.64] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.59] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.65] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.64] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.80] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.79] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.85] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.74] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.71] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.74] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.76] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.75] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.71] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.96] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.81] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.37] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.07] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.63] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.52] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.98] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.07] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.05] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.47] Smell a bitch, crack a 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(stick)\n[03:28.57] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.30] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.50] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.30] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.96] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.70] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.59] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.64] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.90] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.66] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.60] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.98] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.90] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.05] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.00] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.81] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.29] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.71] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.92] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.70] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.24] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.36] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.30] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.32] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.52] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.45] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.32] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.16] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.91] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.20] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.68] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.70] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.66] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.55] Dreamville\n[04:48.24] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.15] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.24] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.29] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.24] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.31] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.38] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick\n  artist: Dreamville;Kenny Mason;Sheck Wes\n  album: 'D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape'\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got the time, ayy\n  start_ms: 130\n  end_ms: 1520\n- text: It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  start_ms: 1520\n  end_ms: 5830\n- text: Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them 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130170\n  end_ms: 132160\n- text: (Leave God out of this, JID)\n  start_ms: 132160\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 138350\n- text: Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  start_ms: 138350\n  end_ms: 142000\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  start_ms: 142000\n  end_ms: 144090\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 144090\n  end_ms: 146050\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 146050\n  end_ms: 148090\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 148090\n  end_ms: 152030\n- text: Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  start_ms: 152030\n  end_ms: 155690\n- text: Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  start_ms: 155690\n  end_ms: 157510\n- text: I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  start_ms: 157510\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 161260\n- text: I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  start_ms: 161260\n  end_ms: 163370\n- text: Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  start_ms: 163370\n  end_ms: 165420\n- text: Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  start_ms: 165420\n  end_ms: 167450\n- text: I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  start_ms: 167450\n  end_ms: 169430\n- text: My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  start_ms: 169430\n  end_ms: 171520\n- text: They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n  start_ms: 171520\n  end_ms: 174240\n- text: I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  start_ms: 174240\n  end_ms: 178300\n- text: Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  start_ms: 178300\n  end_ms: 180310\n- text: Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  start_ms: 180310\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 188230\n- 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 It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll 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Kenny Mason, Sheck Wes, JID, & J. Cole)","trackName":"Stick (feat. Kenny Mason, Sheck Wes, JID, & J. Cole)","artistName":"Dreamville","albumName":"D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the time, ayy\nIt's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\nHahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time,\nI'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was\nReady for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? 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the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich,\nLeft you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's\nGon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.61] I got the time, ayy\n[00:04.70] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:06.12] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:07.53] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.23] I mean, normally around this time,\n[00:13.50] I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:16.99] But I know there's no way you niggas was\n[00:19.47] Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:20.95] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:24.71] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.54] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.55] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:36.86] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:40.79] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:45.18] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.61] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.20] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:51.06] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.14] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.29] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:57.69] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:01.94] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:05.91] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.69] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.58] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.10] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.25] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.81] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.61] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.59] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.72] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.52] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.90] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.74] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:34.16] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.90] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:38.02] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.83] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.76] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:44.12] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:45.97] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.01] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:49.99] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.05] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.28] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.09] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.95] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:00.95] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.04] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:06.84] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:09.55] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.49] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.44] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:17.32] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.37] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:23.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:25.92] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.15] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:31.06] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.48] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.30] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.59] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.43] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.12] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.08] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.38] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.11] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.30] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:53.76] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:57.74] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.17] Off the music, bitch, I got rich,\n[03:02.03] Left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.06] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:07.85] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:10.39] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.28] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.66] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.47] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.76] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.43] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.31] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.85] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.54] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.16] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:36.90] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.03] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.38] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:43.84] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.28] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.56] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.23] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.88] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.58] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.46] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.86] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.46] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:01.45] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:03.37] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.73] I call up some niggas I know that's\n[04:07.69] Gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.63] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.96] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.74] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.68] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:15.33] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:17.93] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:19.85] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.40] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.28] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.88] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.43] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.34] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.72] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:35.31] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:39.50] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.31] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.33] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.58] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.26] Dreamville\n[04:48.62] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.42] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.28] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:56.40] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:57.70] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:59.23] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:01.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:03.17] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick (feat. 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210290\n  end_ms: 213160\n- text: I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  start_ms: 213160\n  end_ms: 216900\n- text: You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  start_ms: 216900\n  end_ms: 221030\n- text: Like niggas don't run this\n  start_ms: 221030\n  end_ms: 222380\n- text: Uh (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 222380\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 227560\n- text: Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  start_ms: 227560\n  end_ms: 229230\n- text: Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 229230\n  end_ms: 231880\n- text: Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  start_ms: 231880\n  end_ms: 233580\n- text: In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 233580\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: Not just occasionally\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 236860\n- text: Got to make cake 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303170\n  end_ms: 304100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304100\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time,\n  I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was\n  Ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? 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Jid & J․ Cole & Sheck Wes & Kenny Mason)","trackName":"Stick (feat. 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(New stick)\n\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\n\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\n\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.54] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.88] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.54] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.52] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.08] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.12] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.12] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.74] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.76] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.38] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.98] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.99] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.48] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.51] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.50] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.56] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.63] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.63] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.65] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.76] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.78] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.87] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.76] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.77] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.77] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.72] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.71] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.75] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.98] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.86] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.33] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.03] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.69] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.55] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.94] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.08] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.08] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.46] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:01.26] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.26] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:07.45] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:10.17] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.13] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.60] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:18.34] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:24.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:26.09] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.03] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:32.02] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.65] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.50] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.38] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.28] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.33] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.43] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.42] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.41] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.59] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:54.21] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:58.33] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.38] Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.46] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:08.23] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:09.92] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.69] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.59] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.60] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.63] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.66] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.77] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.70] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.53] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.56] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.24] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.93] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.68] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.55] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.70] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.98] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.63] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.57] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.91] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.88] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.09] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.01] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.87] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.20] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.75] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.94] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.75] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.28] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.38] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.34] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.37] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.57] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.48] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.33] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.13] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.99] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.17] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.02] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.63] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.51] Dreamville\n[04:48.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.14] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.26] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.27] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.21] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.39] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.34] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick (feat. 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like invasions\n  start_ms: 213590\n  end_ms: 217560\n- text: You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  start_ms: 217560\n  end_ms: 221240\n- text: Like niggas don't run this\n  start_ms: 221240\n  end_ms: 222930\n- text: Uh (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 222930\n  end_ms: 224050\n- text: Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  start_ms: 224050\n  end_ms: 225680\n- text: Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  start_ms: 225680\n  end_ms: 227550\n- text: Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  start_ms: 227550\n  end_ms: 229700\n- text: Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 229700\n  end_ms: 231980\n- text: Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  start_ms: 231980\n  end_ms: 233630\n- text: In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 233630\n  end_ms: 235570\n- text: Not just occasionally\n  start_ms: 235570\n  end_ms: 236910\n- text: Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  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258380\n  end_ms: 260340\n- text: Money so long, if I start in the south\n  start_ms: 260340\n  end_ms: 262370\n- text: And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  start_ms: 262370\n  end_ms: 264570\n- text: So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  start_ms: 264570\n  end_ms: 266480\n- text: I know that God got his grace with me\n  start_ms: 266480\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 270130\n- text: Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  start_ms: 270130\n  end_ms: 271990\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  start_ms: 271990\n  end_ms: 276170\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  start_ms: 276170\n  end_ms: 280020\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 280020\n  end_ms: 281670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 281670\n  end_ms: 283630\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283630\n  end_ms: 285670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285670\n  end_ms: 287510\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287510\n  end_ms: 288270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288270\n  end_ms: 290140\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290140\n  end_ms: 292260\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292260\n  end_ms: 294270\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 294270\n  end_ms: 296210\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 296210\n  end_ms: 298390\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 298390\n  end_ms: 300340\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 300340\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304560\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  (Leave God out of this, JID)\n\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\n  Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\n  I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\n  Dreamville\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n"},{"id":16562776,"name":"Stick (feat. JID & J․ Cole & Sheck Wes & Kenny Mason)","trackName":"Stick (feat. JID & J․ Cole & Sheck Wes & Kenny Mason)","artistName":"Dreamville","albumName":"D-Day∶ A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the time, ayy\nIt's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\nHahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\nOh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\nI mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\nBut I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\nStick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\nStick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\nI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\nI got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\nStick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nIf I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\nRoll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\nHand on my dick and my hand on my gun\nOne is for shootin' and one is for fun\nNiggas trippin' off of 151\nBlack & Milds burnin' under the sun\nBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?\nSack a town, where your mom and them from?\nGather 'round, run in all of your shit\nBut what did you get? (New stick)\n\nI say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\nRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\nOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\nOne in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\nStep a foot up on the yard and get struck\nEveryone I grew around was a thug\nThought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\nFound his body coolin' out in the cut\n\nShit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\nFuck around and shoot the cavalry up\nBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\nWe got calibers, categorized\nFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\nI got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\nSo I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\nIf I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\nSmell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\nFirst time, second line, second time, bloodline\nThird time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\nI'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\nCreepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n(Leave God out of this, JID)\n\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\nStick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nYeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\nDance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\nI am not from Earth (hell nah)\nSheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\nI heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\nSheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\nSheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\nI came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\nMy niggas on the block with no options (No)\nThey smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\nI bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\nBought the ho new kicks (walkin')\nOff the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\nGot a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\nNah, I don't wanna do shit\n\nNow, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\nHood girls and models all in these pageants\nYou don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\nI ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\nYeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\nSpit fire like an RAF pilot\nSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\nMe and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\nAlright, so check it out\nYou niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\nI'm thinkin' more like invasions\nYou gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\nLike niggas don't run this\n\nUh (oh, shit)\nPray for me, God's got a play for me\nMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\nThirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\nBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\nGood Lord has never forsaken me\nIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\nNot just occasionally\nGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\nI know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\nYou crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\nNot for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\nI call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\nSpeakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\nLet off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\nI'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\nReppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\nThey get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\nLike 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\nMoney so long, if I start in the south\nAnd then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\nSo it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\nI know that God got his grace with me\nBut I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\nHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\nStick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\nStick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\nI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\nDreamville\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\nStick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\nLit up the air, niggas in here (stick)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I got the time, ayy\n[00:01.54] It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n[00:05.88] Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n[00:08.54] Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n[00:11.52] I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n[00:17.08] But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n[00:21.12] Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n[00:25.12] Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n[00:28.74] I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n[00:32.76] I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n[00:37.38] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n[00:41.30] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[00:44.98] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:46.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:48.82] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n[00:50.99] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[00:52.48] If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n[00:54.51] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[00:58.50] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:02.56] Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n[01:06.63] Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n[01:09.57] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n[01:11.63] One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n[01:13.65] Niggas trippin' off of 151\n[01:15.76] Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n[01:17.78] Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n[01:19.87] Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n[01:21.76] Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n[01:23.77] But what did you get? (New stick)\n[01:25.77] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n[01:27.72] Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n[01:29.71] One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n[01:31.75] One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n[01:33.75] Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n[01:35.98] Everyone I grew around was a thug\n[01:37.86] Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n[01:39.99] Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n[01:41.33] Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n[01:43.99] Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n[01:46.03] Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n[01:48.69] We got calibers, categorized\n[01:50.55] FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n[01:52.94] I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n[01:55.08] So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n[01:57.08] If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n[01:58.46] Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n[02:01.26] First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n[02:04.26] Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n[02:07.45] I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n[02:10.17] Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n[02:12.13] (Leave God out of this, JID)\n[02:14.60] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n[02:18.34] Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n[02:22.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n[02:24.05] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:26.09] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:28.03] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[02:32.02] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n[02:35.65] Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n[02:37.50] I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n[02:39.38] Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n[02:41.28] I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n[02:43.33] Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n[02:45.43] Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n[02:47.42] I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n[02:49.41] My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n[02:51.59] They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n[02:54.21] I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n[02:58.33] Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n[03:00.38] Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n[03:04.46] Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n[03:08.23] Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n[03:09.92] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n[03:12.69] Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n[03:14.59] You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n[03:16.60] I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n[03:18.63] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n[03:20.66] Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n[03:22.77] Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n[03:24.70] Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n[03:28.53] Alright, so check it out\n[03:30.29] You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n[03:33.59] I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n[03:37.56] You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n[03:41.24] Like niggas don't run this\n[03:42.93] Uh (oh, shit)\n[03:44.05] Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n[03:45.68] Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n[03:47.55] Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n[03:49.70] Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n[03:51.98] Good Lord has never forsaken me\n[03:53.63] In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n[03:55.57] Not just occasionally\n[03:56.91] Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n[03:59.88] I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n[04:02.09] You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n[04:04.01] Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n[04:05.87] I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n[04:08.20] Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n[04:09.75] Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n[04:11.94] I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n[04:13.75] Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n[04:16.28] They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n[04:18.38] Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n[04:20.34] Money so long, if I start in the south\n[04:22.37] And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n[04:24.57] So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n[04:26.48] I know that God got his grace with me\n[04:28.33] But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n[04:30.13] Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n[04:31.99] Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n[04:36.17] Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n[04:40.02] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:41.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:43.63] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:45.67] I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n[04:47.51] Dreamville\n[04:48.27] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n[04:50.14] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:52.26] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:54.27] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[04:56.21] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[04:58.39] Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:00.34] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n[05:02.33] Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n[05:04.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stick (feat. 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like invasions\n  start_ms: 213590\n  end_ms: 217560\n- text: You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  start_ms: 217560\n  end_ms: 221240\n- text: Like niggas don't run this\n  start_ms: 221240\n  end_ms: 222930\n- text: Uh (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 222930\n  end_ms: 224050\n- text: Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  start_ms: 224050\n  end_ms: 225680\n- text: Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  start_ms: 225680\n  end_ms: 227550\n- text: Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  start_ms: 227550\n  end_ms: 229700\n- text: Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  start_ms: 229700\n  end_ms: 231980\n- text: Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  start_ms: 231980\n  end_ms: 233630\n- text: In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 233630\n  end_ms: 235570\n- text: Not just occasionally\n  start_ms: 235570\n  end_ms: 236910\n- text: Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n  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258380\n  end_ms: 260340\n- text: Money so long, if I start in the south\n  start_ms: 260340\n  end_ms: 262370\n- text: And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  start_ms: 262370\n  end_ms: 264570\n- text: So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  start_ms: 264570\n  end_ms: 266480\n- text: I know that God got his grace with me\n  start_ms: 266480\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 270130\n- text: Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n  start_ms: 270130\n  end_ms: 271990\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  start_ms: 271990\n  end_ms: 276170\n- text: Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  start_ms: 276170\n  end_ms: 280020\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 280020\n  end_ms: 281670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 281670\n  end_ms: 283630\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 283630\n  end_ms: 285670\n- text: I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  start_ms: 285670\n  end_ms: 287510\n- text: Dreamville\n  start_ms: 287510\n  end_ms: 288270\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  start_ms: 288270\n  end_ms: 290140\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 290140\n  end_ms: 292260\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 292260\n  end_ms: 294270\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 294270\n  end_ms: 296210\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 296210\n  end_ms: 298390\n- text: Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 298390\n  end_ms: 300340\n- text: Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  start_ms: 300340\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304560\nplain: |-\n  I got the time, ayy\n  It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah\n  Hahaha (fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)\n  Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (on me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro)\n  I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)\n  But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)\n\n  Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)\n  Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick\n  I got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)\n  I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)\n  Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up\n\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)\n  Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)\n\n  Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun\n  One is for shootin' and one is for fun\n  Niggas trippin' off of 151\n  Black & Milds burnin' under the sun\n  Black and brown kids young or they dumb?\n  Sack a town, where your mom and them from?\n  Gather 'round, run in all of your shit\n  But what did you get? (New stick)\n\n  I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck\n  Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck\n  One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck\n  One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck\n  Step a foot up on the yard and get struck\n  Everyone I grew around was a thug\n  Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough\n  Found his body coolin' out in the cut\n\n  Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal' in the tuck\n  Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up\n  Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis\n  We got calibers, categorized\n  FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize\n\n  I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)\n  So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)\n  If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)\n  Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride\n  First time, second line, second time, bloodline\n  Third time, even - dyin', takin' one of mine\n  I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine\n  Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize\n  (Leave God out of this, JID)\n\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)\n  Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\n  Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)\n  Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)\n  I am not from Earth (hell nah)\n  Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)\n  I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)\n  Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)\n  Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (yeah)\n  I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)\n  My niggas on the block with no options (No)\n  They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)\n\n  I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)\n  Bought the ho new kicks (walkin')\n  Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)\n  Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (no)\n  Nah, I don't wanna do shit\n\n  Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant\n  Hood girls and models all in these pageants\n  You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'\n  I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet\n  Spit fire like an RAF pilot\n  Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin\n  Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (stick)\n\n  Alright, so check it out\n  You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals\n  I'm thinkin' more like invasions\n  You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n  Like niggas don't run this\n\n  Uh (oh, shit)\n  Pray for me, God's got a play for me\n  Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)\n  Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly\n  Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)\n  Good Lord has never forsaken me\n  In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)\n  Not just occasionally\n  Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)\n\n  I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me\n  You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (yeah)\n  Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin\n  I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)\n  Speakin' in code 'case they tapin' me\n  Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)\n  I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically\n  Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency\n\n  They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin'\n  Like 6'7\" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon\n  Money so long, if I start in the south\n  And then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland\n  So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution\n  I know that God got his grace with me\n  But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a\n  Hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me\n\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)\n  Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n  I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)\n\n  Dreamville\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)\n  Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)\n  Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)\n"}]