STACKS Lyrics

When I walk into the building

All their eyes go on me

I stay quiet in the back

And get my paper happily

Wanna get me on your song

You should know it's not free

You said your music's fucking crazy

But I think I disagree

Fuckin' in the back of the whip

She be asking why I always got a blade on my hip

Told the bitch don't trip

Get down and give me lip

Blowing out her back with my hands on her hips

Once I nut imma dip

I be feeling like a god compared to everybody else

All you pussies insecure wearing Gucci fucking belts

I don't got shit to prove to anybody but myself

Cut my arms so fucking much but obviously it doesn't help

Wait

Can you hear that?

Pussy wanna pull up

Never fear that

I could get you fucking killed for a fat stack

But you'll never pull up you're not really fucking 'bout that

I got stacks

I got fucking racks

Getting plaques

Bags of fucking cash

I got stacks

I got fucking racks

Getting plaques

Bags of fucking cash