Stick Up Kid

[Produced by 30Roc] [Intro: YouTube sample] I'm finna put something on you so cold I'm finna put something on you so cold, nigga On my momma [Hook] If mama knew about all them licks I hit She’d have a motherfucking fit, flip and split my wig That’s why I’ll probably never tell her all the shit I did If moms only knew her son was a stick up kid The stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid Stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid [Verse 1] The old me would’ve robbed all [these ?] suckers Used to hit the locker room with the lock cutter All inside the classroom with a box cutter Found a pistol plug, went and bought a Glock from him Hooping with some scholarships, still buying bags Moms found the stash, asked how I got the cash Said you better come clean with your lying ass (And where you get that scale?) I stole it from my science class Had to lick a laptop from my math teacher Woulda let her keep it if she woulda passed me Took it straight to the trap where a nigga cashed me Used to be the stick up kid, wearing fucking khakis [Hook] [Verse 2] Ain’t never been the type to cook or play around with the powder Rather raid your spot, and fill up that Eddie Bauer We're getting buckets on niggas and jugging kush, quarter pounders Busting nuggets down nigga, on my mama’s kitchen counter I was on some hot shit, little did she know In 08 them folks tried to send me up the road In 9th grade niggas tried to play me like a ho That’s when my teacher seen my brass knuckles fall out on the floor In 06, I was just a freshman in [?] Mouth full of gold, tryna flex for the hoes Juuging and hooping, that was my only two skills Used to do some dumbass shit just for the thrill [Hook]