Lil Baby – Stick On Me (feat. Rylo) Lyrics

Stick On Me

Lil Baby (feat. Rylo)

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"Stick On Me." - Lil Baby (feat. Rylo)

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 01:06 am

Album: Too Hard

Track No: 16

Cook that shit up, Quay
Everywhere I go, the stick on me
I can't let a **** pick on me
Lil' ****, but I'm big homie
I can't keep a **** bitch off me
I've been hearing **** slick talking
F and N make 'em back off me
Percocet got me moonwalking
Young **** tryna stay focused
**** play, we gon' lay 'em down
Hit his block, we gon' spray them rounds
Wyclef, it's a man down
Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
In the loft breaking down pounds
First night, she from out of town
Blood diamonds straight out the ground
So many hundreds, I done lost count
Run it up on a daily
Bad bitches on me daily
My young **** go brazy
Lil Baby go crazy
Banana clip on the Draco
You know I'll never let 'em play me
Chains on me like Kunta Kinte
I'll never let 'em slave me
Young **** watch who you serve
These **** twelve like Brady
Fuck a bitch like Bobby Brown
I'll take it back to the Eighties
Rylo come from them Nineties
Cashing out on these diamonds
We'll hold a **** hostage
If he don't pay, it's a homi
I had to struggle in the projects
You ain't seen the shit I seen
They say we promoting violence
Bodies dropping, murder scene
Could've went and bought Balenci's
But I spent it on the teeth
Don't ask me do I got my glizzy
Bitch, you know that's my ID
Everywhere I go, the stick on me
I can't let a **** pick on me
Lil' ****, but I'm big homie
I can't keep a **** bitch off me
I've been hearing **** slick talking
F and N make them back off me
Percocet got me moonwalking
Young **** tryna stay focused
**** play, we gon' lay 'em down
Hit his block, we gon' spray them rounds
Wyclef, it's a man down
Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
In the loft breaking down pounds
First night, she from out of town
Blood diamonds straight out the ground
So many hundreds, I done lost count
No, my **** never switch on me
Glock forty with the dick on it
Hundred round with the stick on it
Trigger finger got a itch on it
Two, three like a pair of J's
I can't settle for no minimum wage
We'll send this bitch up in flames
Hide your **** now, don't fuckin' play
Interrogation, I ain't say shit
I'll never write a statement
Poppin' shit, I'ma stay lit
Wipe a **** down for six bricks
Now we screaming out, "Free Bricks"
All my **** on that fuck shit
Made a mil' out of Kitchen County
Codeine, I'm a lean addict
Diss me, we gon' get at you
Country boys, we straight tax you
In Atlanta, I'm a big factor
All these bitches tryna scream at me
AMG with the kit on it
Killtec with the switch on it
Middle finger to my opponent
Screaming out who the fuck want it?
Everywhere I go, the stick on me
I can't let a **** pick on me
Lil' ****, but I'm big homie
I can't keep a **** bitch off me
I've been hearing **** slick talking
F and N make them back off me
Percocet got me moonwalking
Young **** tryna stay focused
**** play, we gon' lay 'em down
Hit his block, we gon' spray them rounds
Wyclef, it's a man down
Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
In the loft breaking down pounds
First night, she from out of town
Blood diamonds straight out the ground
So many hundreds, I done lost count

Writer(s): Ryan Adams & Dominique' Jones.

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