Stacking

I got em praying in their closets
Hundreds in my wallet
I'm sitting back and watching racks stack in my deposit
I'm feeling like a rat getting cheese no cottage
On stage I got em rocking no hydraulics yeah

And I'm all about my business
Trying to go on a shopping spree like it's Christmas
13 assassins chopping haters off my hit list
Haters want my head off but I ain't no fish bitch
I'ma fuck around and leave them up in the oven burnt biscuits
Me and all my soldiers turning up like some switches
I be painting perfect pictures
I'm always sipping that liquor
I ain't playing with you
I got a whale up in that pistol
Keep on talking all that head
I'ma put them slugs down up in your tissue
Now you tryna calm me down but now I'm way past the issue
I'm tryna make these rappers choke like some babies eating on tissue
I got a team full of killers like a navy seals mission
Now I do this shit for cash
I'm leaving these rappers up in their caskets
Tyrannosaurus rex my flow is certified as Jurassic
Every time I spit bars I catch bodies no plastic
I'm so tragic
Watch the way I work my magic
I'm a savage
I'm working just like the Africans in the slavery days
I'm on my boss shit
I'll leave you in a slavery daze
I'm rocking dreads on my head
I'm doing away with the fade
The ace of all spades
The competition gets blazed with the K
They tryna to call me a mumble rapper
That shit really upset me
I'm kicking ass up in the studio like my name was Joe Nedney
I'll flash a twenty dollar bill
I bet your hoe is bout to let me
Don't test me
My punchlines are too heavy and they're deadly

I got em praying in their closets
Hundreds in my wallet
I'm sitting back and watching racks stack in my deposit
I'm feeling like a rat getting cheese no cottage
On stage I got em rocking no hydraulics yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Taylor
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