Stacey
Yeah
Talkin' 'bout (Uh)
And yeah we talkin' 'bout (Yeah)
Yeah we talk
Yeah we talkin' 'bout Stacey (Uh)
Yeah, yeah we talk
Yea we talkin' 'bout Stacey (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout
Said we talk
Yeah we talkin' 'bout Stacey (Yeah)
Yo
And now she lookin' at me
Like "TEV is you with it or what?"
I need a strong ass nigga
Who ain't givin' a fuck
You pullin' down?
To help me dump these rounds on a clown
He broke my heart, so I gotta take his
I won't forgive this nigga for the times, that he cheated on me
He better run like a cheetah
Cause this pussy for real
Leave him red like a tampon
This pain in my heart
Feelin' like my fuckin' menstrual at that time of the month
End this nigga life sentence like a period
I'm actin' up, where the bag at nigga (Period)
I told your ass, that I ain't playin' no more
I know my odds look slim
But it's time that I even the score (Damn)
She sayin' this while she toppin' me off
Then I dig deep down in my thoughts
I'm like damn, if I go with this bitch
I'll probably be face down in a ditch
Pressure burst pipes, I hope she don't snitch
Load the Macs up, swervin' in a mack truck
Like we on a heist
We at the spot, now we backed up
Shawty she ain't even blink twice
The tension tight like we caught in a vice
The Grimm Reaper got my name on his scythe
She put her hands on my thigh like "I won't let you die"
I look her straight in her eyes
And all I see is the fire
This bitch is crazy
This the chick I wanna be my lady
Murder she wrote
My future lookin' Swayze
She had the keys to the back door
And then she opened up the front door
We creepin' up the stairs real calm
The sweat trickle down my left palm
The Mac 10 in my right arm
We at the door, we hearin' moans
I kicked it down, I see a redbone
Doggystyle position
This nigga still had his butters on
I could hear his swan song
I saw Stacey body twitch, like the flip of a switch
I see the fear in his eyes, watch him turn to a bitch
He bitin' his bottom lip
The thotty there like "oh shit"
She tryna pull the sheets up for protection
I bow my head then I ask for God's blessin' (Damn)
Stacey pulled the trigger, they both dead
She looked at me, I swear I saw the devil instead
Now I'm stunned cause I'm standin' here at gun point
She said my nigga don't run, there ain't no point
Talkin' 'bout Stacey
Yeah
Said we talkin' 'bout (Yeah)
And we talkin' 'bout Stacey
Talkin' 'bout Stacey (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout (Uh)
And yeah we talkin' 'bout (Yeah)
Yeah we talk
Yeah we talkin' 'bout Stacey (Uh)
Yeah, yeah we talk
Yea we talkin' 'bout Stacey (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout
Said we talk
Yeah we talkin' 'bout Stacey (Yeah)
Yo
And now she lookin' at me
Like "TEV is you with it or what?"
I need a strong ass nigga
Who ain't givin' a fuck
You pullin' down?
To help me dump these rounds on a clown
He broke my heart, so I gotta take his
I won't forgive this nigga for the times, that he cheated on me
He better run like a cheetah
Cause this pussy for real
Leave him red like a tampon
This pain in my heart
Feelin' like my fuckin' menstrual at that time of the month
End this nigga life sentence like a period
I'm actin' up, where the bag at nigga (Period)
I told your ass, that I ain't playin' no more
I know my odds look slim
But it's time that I even the score (Damn)
She sayin' this while she toppin' me off
Then I dig deep down in my thoughts
I'm like damn, if I go with this bitch
I'll probably be face down in a ditch
Pressure burst pipes, I hope she don't snitch
Load the Macs up, swervin' in a mack truck
Like we on a heist
We at the spot, now we backed up
Shawty she ain't even blink twice
The tension tight like we caught in a vice
The Grimm Reaper got my name on his scythe
She put her hands on my thigh like "I won't let you die"
I look her straight in her eyes
And all I see is the fire
This bitch is crazy
This the chick I wanna be my lady
Murder she wrote
My future lookin' Swayze
She had the keys to the back door
And then she opened up the front door
We creepin' up the stairs real calm
The sweat trickle down my left palm
The Mac 10 in my right arm
We at the door, we hearin' moans
I kicked it down, I see a redbone
Doggystyle position
This nigga still had his butters on
I could hear his swan song
I saw Stacey body twitch, like the flip of a switch
I see the fear in his eyes, watch him turn to a bitch
He bitin' his bottom lip
The thotty there like "oh shit"
She tryna pull the sheets up for protection
I bow my head then I ask for God's blessin' (Damn)
Stacey pulled the trigger, they both dead
She looked at me, I swear I saw the devil instead
Now I'm stunned cause I'm standin' here at gun point
She said my nigga don't run, there ain't no point
Talkin' 'bout Stacey
Yeah
Said we talkin' 'bout (Yeah)
And we talkin' 'bout Stacey
Talkin' 'bout Stacey (Yeah)
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Writer(s): Tevin Carter
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