STAKNMOVE Lyrics

Yeah, feel like Edge with the attitude

Bitch, I ain't mad at you

Just watch out when I'm tryna stack and move

I keep the ones on my feet

If I'm stompin' them out, then there's blood on my shoes

She wanna go out so I buy her Chris Louboutin

Now there's blood on her shoes

I stay in motion, fuck do you niggas be on

The fuck is you claimin'

These niggas love to play tough guy

But don't know that fuckin' with me get too dangerous

He said I ain't bout that life

But he ran when he saw me, the fuck is he sayin'

I'm spittin' on graves, I'm spittin' on tombstones

Fuck your prayers

Get back, niggas ain't with that, better sit back

Niggas swear they hard but when we touch him

He won't ever get his lick back

Brozay put a switch on the pistol

Because he like a little kickback

I thought that's your homie

But you ain't gon' help a nigga get his get back

I need a brown hair, brown skin

Nice type, thicky with the skinny waist

Yeah, take her back to my place

She the type to put the pussy in my face

All I need a little break

Wipe the nut off like makeup that's on her face

I don't think I can replace

If she tired then I get her out my face (Hoe, bye!)

Yeah, feel like Edge with the attitude

Bitch, I ain't mad at you

Just watch out when I'm tryna stack and move

I keep the ones on my feet

If I'm stompin' them out, then there's blood on my shoes

She wanna go out so I buy her Chris Louboutin

Now there's blood on her shoes

I stay in motion, fuck do you niggas be on

The fuck is you claimin'

These niggas love to play tough guy

But don't know that fuckin' with me get too dangerous

He said I ain't bout that life

But he ran when he saw me, the fuck is he sayin'

I'm spittin' on graves, I'm spittin' on tombstones

Fuck your prayers

Yeah, I ain't sleepin' on nobody

Boy, they sleepin' on me

They got that shit misunderstood

I go pay for her nails done

So she got a new set of grippers

To go tug on this whip

I got these boys shook

I'm takin' they bitch like they know I'm a crook

I'm whippin', they let that boy cook

You trippin', why let that boy cook

You trippin', that boy ain't no good

You trippin', you know I'm the best

I catch that boy lackin

Even if at Rolling Loud, I fuck him up at the fest

Yeah, niggas ain't blessed

Cause they gotta go ahead and fuck around with my demons

Yeah, I call Akuma and Enzo

And they put your ass in the cement

Wait, yeah, feeling like Edge with the attitude

Bitch, I ain't mad at you

Just watch out when I'm tryna stack and move

I keep the ones on my feet

If I'm stompin' them out, then there's blood on my shoes

She wanna go out, so I buy her Chris Louboutin

Now there's blood on her shoes

I stay in motion, fuck do you niggas be on,

The fuck is you claimin'

These niggas love to play tough guy,

But don't know that fuckin' with me get too dangerous

He said I ain't bout that life

But he ran when he saw me

The fuck is he sayin'

I'm spittin' on graves, I'm spittin' on tombstones

Fuck your prayers

These niggas love to play tough guy

But don't know that fuckin' with me get too dangerous