Stack House ft. Bama King Lyrics

I go retarded, raton-toe

I run the streets its a runt tho

I was raise round nun but huncho's

Were I'm at this sh!t a jungle

Keep me one in the head

When I gun tote

These niggas really don't want it with me

If it's smoke in the air that's my gun smoke

I told the plug if he keep me a pack Imma run that bihh back

Like a punt-tho

Got out that bihh pronto

Max 'em out

Shid, we was breaking down bags in a condo

Turn one into two

Made a two take a four

I can teach you lil boy

How to cut dope

Seen money make niggas slime out they own got damn brother

man this shit get cut throat

Me change on my dawg

what the fuck fo

Bitch, I got the mind and the muscle

I'm a shooter with money I'll blow this muh fucka myself why the hell Imma tussle

Before I sit on my ass

I'm a hustle

Had to grind just to get out the struggle

And I brought my b!tch with me them titties sit pretty and that ass sit fat like a bubble

She freaky as fuck

Said that pack in her ass

Kinda feel like a butt plug

For this money

Them bitches gone fuck for it

And I'mma just fuck

For the fuck of it

Shid I like to stunt

For the fuck of it

Hit my line

Got the dope going ham

Told 1k let me get the cut dawg

Drop got the LS swap

With the cam

These niggas do shit for the gram

He a Ja Marant

He only draw down on cam

If I pull this bitch out I'm a blam

Bitch I'm a blast some why the fuck you think they call me bam

Mane these niggas know who I am

He ain't gone bust it

What the fuck do you got it for

Got it for my lil nigga about it

If I tell 'em to go he gone slide on yo ass like a hockey puck

It ain't just me it's a lot of us

Bitch you one of them

you is not a us

Had to pray for a plug

It's a trap God up in the sky and I know that he proud of us

They gone think I'm mad

Put this little boy in his field and I bet you he ain't gone last

Bitch I'm battle tested

I'm quick to pull up and

Heart check a bitch

like a tango blast

Bitch this is the stack house, the stack house, the stack house

Welcome to my stack house, stack house, stack house

Bitch this is the

Turning my shit up

Pulling up on 'em

I'm doing sit ups

In Cyber truck

Picking yo bitch up

Lay 'em down

Where he won't never get up

For real

Shot at me guess he put him a brick up

Picture this

I just put a few bricks up

In a drought

I'm a turn this lil bitch up

Planet fitness

I'm running that shit up

I got Cubans on Cubans

Dior on Dior

They know my last name when

I walk in the store

My teeth was so pretty

When I had the golds

But I went veneer

When I got rid of those

I'm like worth a M

But I'm still selling bows

How we never had sex

But she catching my load

If you can't comprehend it

That i'm talking bout dope

Stay in yo lane

And don't walk in the road

You know I'm on fire

I mixed the Louis kicks

With the Louis fit

I'm trim you know that I'm flyer

If I'm with a bad Bitch

With a bad Bitch

I'm him

You know imma try 'em

You say you can get 'em here

With a nice ticket that's trill

You know imma buy 'em

These Niggas middle men

Where the boss at

Like fuck it

I'm going around

Fuck it I'm going up top

Fuck it let's go to the moon

She talking 'bout

Let's take a trip

I put that lil bitch on a shroom

You play with my folks

Then you doomed

My shooter said tell 'em a loose

Skip town and watch Tre Don page

Cause he gonna give you

The proof

Pulled up sting ray

Where the roof

Dawg in the hood

That bitch got the Roof

I'm not a Bishop

But I got the juice

He got the Ice

Then pour up a deuce

Pour up for stank

Then pour up for deuce

If you ever play

They gone pour up a you

Talking 'bout racks

I got more then you

These Niggas 12

They boys in blue

Bitch this is the stack house, the stack house, the stack house

Welcome to my stack house, stack house, stack house

Bitch this is the