Stall Brawl (feat. Lil Tuck & Mr.Blyat)
Stall Brawl, Stall Brawl
Hit my motherfucking shelves
It's a stall brawl
Going back and forth
Back and forth
It's only round 1
Gotta get it hopping man
Cause this shit ain't for fun
We dashing real fast
Through our big parking lot
Clock is ticking man
There's no time to stop
It's getting intense in here
The heat getting hotter
Stalls breaking down
From the beat getting real louder
I gotta rush in fast
Like the motherfucking flash
Run real quick
Blast it from the past
Time throw the mic
Cause I ain't losing this fight
Hit up right away
It's round 2 in this fight bitch
Ey, bitch
Its a stall brawl
Take a pussy down like its football
Shawty suck me up
Then suck me down
Like a see saw
Ooh
She play with my nuts like a beach ball
Ridin on my shit like a cowgirl sayin yee haw
Bitch
I be drippin with the sauce
R flexin
Pockets fat, rick ross
So cold
My bars on jack frost
I ain't ever down
Bitch I can not take a loss
I be smokin so much gas they call me Mobil One
Run up talkin shit
We use the force like Obi Wan
Flexin fake shit
That shit yellow like the sun
Bitch
Time for a Stall Brawl
Bitch it's round 3
Blyat hitting up
Knock you off your feet
Grab my stacks of cash
Put them in a row
Gotta make it smooth
Don't ruin my flow
Flexing on all y'all
Cause you can't get shit
Running in the crowd
Hitting up yo bitch
Sonic Gang rising
We making up the top
See you guys later
Cause we're going non stop
Hit my motherfucking shelves
It's a stall brawl
Going back and forth
Back and forth
It's only round 1
Gotta get it hopping man
Cause this shit ain't for fun
We dashing real fast
Through our big parking lot
Clock is ticking man
There's no time to stop
It's getting intense in here
The heat getting hotter
Stalls breaking down
From the beat getting real louder
I gotta rush in fast
Like the motherfucking flash
Run real quick
Blast it from the past
Time throw the mic
Cause I ain't losing this fight
Hit up right away
It's round 2 in this fight bitch
Ey, bitch
Its a stall brawl
Take a pussy down like its football
Shawty suck me up
Then suck me down
Like a see saw
Ooh
She play with my nuts like a beach ball
Ridin on my shit like a cowgirl sayin yee haw
Bitch
I be drippin with the sauce
R flexin
Pockets fat, rick ross
So cold
My bars on jack frost
I ain't ever down
Bitch I can not take a loss
I be smokin so much gas they call me Mobil One
Run up talkin shit
We use the force like Obi Wan
Flexin fake shit
That shit yellow like the sun
Bitch
Time for a Stall Brawl
Bitch it's round 3
Blyat hitting up
Knock you off your feet
Grab my stacks of cash
Put them in a row
Gotta make it smooth
Don't ruin my flow
Flexing on all y'all
Cause you can't get shit
Running in the crowd
Hitting up yo bitch
Sonic Gang rising
We making up the top
See you guys later
Cause we're going non stop
Credits
Writer(s): Arin Gutierrez
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