Sticked Up Lyrics – DaBaby ft. 21 Savage

[Intro: DaBaby]
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-yeah
(Uzoma, come here)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-yeah
F**k it I'm—
Ayy, look

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
F**k sh!t, I'm not having that, nah
Can't see these f**k n!ggas, cataracts
I'm sh!tting (Brr), imagine that
Please don't trip on her, you can have her back
Real n!gga stand on all ten toes
When nobody got your back, you better have a back
If I don't got a damn thing, I better got a strap
Swerving my Mercedes Benz like the b!tch a Cadillac
N!gga I'm—

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Bl!cked up, sticked up
Bl!cked up, sticked up
Bl!cked up, sticked up (Let's go)
Bl!cked up, yeah

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Sometimes I don't gotta spеak (Uh-huh)
Sometimes she just pull out and еat (Let's go)
Oh, you a whole lotta freak (Oh-oh)
You my boo, hit my phone, I won't cheat (Oh-oh)
Type of pu**y make you go to jail
Okay, how much my bond? That sh!t cheap (Sh!t cheap)
Pick me up from my side when I'm free (Uh-huh)
That lil' pu**y, that mine, that sh!t me (Sh!t me)
I sit back and roll up while she spit on it
Got a n!gga ready to bet on it
She ain't putting that sh!t on me
Got a n!gga doing extra sh!t
Like the lil' lamest b!tch right here
She got some game, it f**ked me up
I had to go run it with big homie
Like OG why I like it so much? (Like it)
Why her pu**y so tight when we f**k?
Look her dead in the eyes, "B!tch
You gone be my wifey or what?"
She say, "No-oh-oh-oh" (Hahaha)
Damn, that's f**ked up
But f**k it, I'm—

[Chorus: DaBaby & 21 Savage]
Sticked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bl!cked up, sticked up (Yeah)
Bl!cked up (Yeah), sticked up
(Yeah, yeah, b!tch I'm)
Bl!cked up (Yeah, thugging, I'm, huh?)
Sticked up (Yeah, yeah), bl!cked up (Boom)
Sticked up (Yeah), bl!cked up (Let's go)
Sticked up (21)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Chop in the back and it came with a scope
People took from me, I gave 'em the most
You n!ggas small fries, I got a coupon
Mention my name and it come with free smoke
You wanna slide, I show you the ropes
Bring you some gloves, but don't bring your phone
Tell your b!tch that you might not make it home
Own up for your actions, n!gga, we grown
Bl!cked up (21), everywhere I go
I got it filled up (21)
All the hotboxes we done pilled up (21)
Plenty times n!gga could've killed us (21)
Shot me six times, I ain't b!tch up (21)
Stood toe-to-toe with the best of 'em (21)
FN bullets for the rest of 'em (21)
She been on my mind, let me text her (21)
N!ggas wanna cuff, arrest her (21)
Still daydream how I sexed her (21)
That pu**y just get wetter (21)
Get you out your panties, I'm clever (21)
When it come to pretty women, got several (On God)
I'm in Bottega buying leather (On God)
Sticks up like I got a vendetta (On God)
Keep a chopper 'cause it guard my cheddar (On God)

[Outro]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby