Sticcy Situation (feat. K.A.A.N. & Cocoa Sarai) - Instrumental

Boom

Yeah

Fuck formalities, brand-new strategy

A nigga booked everywhere, but here is where I'd rather be

Baggin' up my sanity, purple strain, vanity

Another casualty, bad bitch under my canopy

I know you new to this, baby, but understandably

I'm true to this ludicrous shit, so tell me what's your fantasy?

The panderin', slanderin', none of that shit damage me

The man you see is nothin' compared to the man I plan to be

Uh, yeah, nigga, look at Daddy Warbucks

Huh, I prolly had your auntie on my tour bus

Multi-platinum gangsta shit, who did it before us?

Just another motherfuckin' California gold rush

Blue strip, red-light district with my toes up

Better late than never, just be glad a nigga showed up

Wheels spinnin' in the intersection doin' donuts

Waitin' for me to fall, don't get your motherfuckin' hopes up

Bitch, please

I know you want it, here come your moment

Just get up on it, ride, ride, ride

Murder, he wrote it, I can't control it

I'm tryna do this every night, night, night

Bitches watchin', niggas hatin', havin' broke-ass conversations

I been rollin', I been smokin', doc prescribe that medication

In the book of niggalations, thou shall not fuck with my paper

If I find out your location, it's gon' be a sticky situation (sticky-icky-icky)

(Tryna get higher, yeah) huh, bitch, you tryna throw some, show some, roll some

(Tryna get higher) these bitches tryna pour some, shit, I'm tryna smoke some

Warnin', the surgeon general of Compton, California has now determined

That the sounds you are about to hear may be devastatin' to your ear

Uh, what goes around comes around

It's the big bad wolf back to blow your house down

Huffin' and puffin', I'm smokin' somethin' world renowned

If you sniffin', hit somethin' different just for the bloodhounds

Uh, know it's a lot to ingest

Let me let you catch your breath, a nigga 'bout to two-step (yeah)

With this devil in the blue dress

Your flight leaves at 8:00, her flight lands at 9:00

My game just rewinds, who's next?

Call my shit the Playboy mansion

And I'm Snoop Heff, snow bunnies with loose necks

Yeah, a nigga blew a few checks, livin' with no regrets

This is what I do best

Evidently, it's exactly what it's meant to be

The crime of the century, niggas should know by now

You can't get rid of me, I'm the epitome

Moppin' up top tiers, ain't showin' no sympathy

Uh, ooh-ooh, they say I'm heartless (they say I'm heartless)

Too real too often (too real too often), fuck that, guess what

Bitch, it's not that difficult (nigga, what?)

Ooh (haha) what guilty conscience? (What guilty conscience?)

I'ma win regardless (I'ma win regardless)

Fuck that, guess what, bitch, it's not that difficult

Bitch, it's not that difficult

Bitch, it's not that difficult