Stacks Lyrics

(Prr)

Yeah Yeah

Yeah yeah, gang

Bang, you know who the fuck it is like

Yeah ah, yeah

Flowing this crystal, they see Imma' crystal, I've been too busy by chasing these checks

I've been rapping too tuff, these opps is scared, they talking bout' killing themself

Fuck what they sayin, it's getting heated, boutta' let this bullet talk for itself

They be thinking they special, too bad for the feds, Imma' be their new case (Yeah Yeah)

Don't call us blood brothers, see you been ratting for money

Caught his ass lacking for doubles

He ain't be getting no money, pussy threatening like funny

Ain't one of us no longer, never call us your covers (Yeah Yeah)

Don't hit my phone no more, I'm chasing money

Too much can't count no more, counting benefits like thoughts that just froze

My shit too good, be giving bitches good stroke (Yeah Yeah)

Fake ahh' mothafuckas' tryna' take a part of my life (My life)

I ain't tryna' keep them in my mind (My mind)

They ain't in my lane, killers stand on fudgy

Ain't gotta' do nun', she is too touchy

Showing a different breed, that's indeed (That's inded)

I'll do anything still if I bleed (Still if I bleed)

Bless my life, yeah that's fasho', gang moving up hill (Moving up hill)

Be for real, you can hope, I ain't fucking with this (Fucking with this)

Wavy and I came back swerving, bought a bitch pit checks, got her burning

Dropping hot, I know it's a curving

Flex things feel a rich man with a derby, bullets is the only thing we be serving

Flowing this crystal, they see Imma' crystal, I've been too busy by chasing these checks

I've been rapping too tuff, these opps is scared, they talking bout' killing themself

Fuck what they sayin, it's getting heated, boutta' let this bullet talk for itself

They be thinking they special, too bad for the feds, Imma' be their new case (Yeah Yeah)

Imma' return back a demon, put that on bet it

Walking up the stair, but it never ends

Ion' need no icey chain, to show them I'm the best

When this lame ahh' people hating, the screen feels like a bulletproof vest

Killing, dissing and jailing is the test

They killing each other with different meanings, they ain't playing (Playing)