Stressing
It's my time to shine
It's my time to shine
It's my time to shine
Mano, you crazy?
I'm stressing bout the racks
I'm toking on the thracks
We roll in the backie
And we fucked up
I'm stuck inside my bag
I'm focused on the past
I'm moving on from that
But in slow-mo
When I lay the pipe
The neighbors hear it
Yeah, I'm tired of disappearing
20 Racks inside my 'Miri's
All these checks, I pray they clearing
I'mma wait till I got 5 of them
Before I flex a million
And I know they fucking notice me
When I walk in the building
Beat it from the front and back
ScatPack and that shit all black
Run this shit, got 30's past
Pouring up that dirty Act
I been geeking off my ass
Man I swear that Aston fast
Where the fuck the rackies at?
Run it up, like back to back
Yeah, Prada Rockstar
Racing in that NASCAR
See my stacks, "oh like that's hard"
Geeking off that wockhardt
Only smoke that shit that make you
What I said
Bro just put the silence on it
(Pew Pew)
He got aim
I'm stressing bout the racks
I'm toking on the thracks
We roll in the backie
And we fucked up
I'm stuck inside my bag
I'm focused on the past
I'm moving on from that
But in slow-mo
When I lay the pipe
The neighbors hear it
Yeah, I'm tired of disappearing
20 Racks inside my 'Miri's
All these checks, I pray they clearing
I'mma wait till I got 5 of them
Before I flex a million
And I know they fucking notice me
When I walk in the building
Know they fake tho
Get out my face ho
Pockets stuffed with pesos
30's, we gon take those
Yeah, fuck yo main hoe
I was already in that
You a bitch bro
I ain't ever hit yo bitch back
SSRI's do not help
I'mma do this by myself
I'm with my bro's till we die
And we go to fuckin' hell
I got vibes that you could smell
NYC, we lit them L's
Send that blitz, No NFL
I got LV on the belt
Pour that lean up
My cup need a cleaner
Spilt it in the Beamer
Chill don't drop that nina
Yeah they see us
Now they wanna be us
Tennis chains all on my neck
I feel like Serena
I'm stressing bout the racks
I'm toking on the thracks
We roll in the backie
And we fucked up
I'm stuck inside my bag
I'm focused on the past
I'm moving on from that
But in slow-mo
When I lay the pipe
The neighbors hear it
Yeah, I'm tired of disappearing
20 Racks inside my 'Miri's
All these checks, I pray they clearing
I'mma wait till I got 5 of them
Before I flex a million
And I know they fucking notice me
When I walk in the building
It's my time to shine
It's my time to shine
Mano, you crazy?
I'm stressing bout the racks
I'm toking on the thracks
We roll in the backie
And we fucked up
I'm stuck inside my bag
I'm focused on the past
I'm moving on from that
But in slow-mo
When I lay the pipe
The neighbors hear it
Yeah, I'm tired of disappearing
20 Racks inside my 'Miri's
All these checks, I pray they clearing
I'mma wait till I got 5 of them
Before I flex a million
And I know they fucking notice me
When I walk in the building
Beat it from the front and back
ScatPack and that shit all black
Run this shit, got 30's past
Pouring up that dirty Act
I been geeking off my ass
Man I swear that Aston fast
Where the fuck the rackies at?
Run it up, like back to back
Yeah, Prada Rockstar
Racing in that NASCAR
See my stacks, "oh like that's hard"
Geeking off that wockhardt
Only smoke that shit that make you
What I said
Bro just put the silence on it
(Pew Pew)
He got aim
I'm stressing bout the racks
I'm toking on the thracks
We roll in the backie
And we fucked up
I'm stuck inside my bag
I'm focused on the past
I'm moving on from that
But in slow-mo
When I lay the pipe
The neighbors hear it
Yeah, I'm tired of disappearing
20 Racks inside my 'Miri's
All these checks, I pray they clearing
I'mma wait till I got 5 of them
Before I flex a million
And I know they fucking notice me
When I walk in the building
Know they fake tho
Get out my face ho
Pockets stuffed with pesos
30's, we gon take those
Yeah, fuck yo main hoe
I was already in that
You a bitch bro
I ain't ever hit yo bitch back
SSRI's do not help
I'mma do this by myself
I'm with my bro's till we die
And we go to fuckin' hell
I got vibes that you could smell
NYC, we lit them L's
Send that blitz, No NFL
I got LV on the belt
Pour that lean up
My cup need a cleaner
Spilt it in the Beamer
Chill don't drop that nina
Yeah they see us
Now they wanna be us
Tennis chains all on my neck
I feel like Serena
I'm stressing bout the racks
I'm toking on the thracks
We roll in the backie
And we fucked up
I'm stuck inside my bag
I'm focused on the past
I'm moving on from that
But in slow-mo
When I lay the pipe
The neighbors hear it
Yeah, I'm tired of disappearing
20 Racks inside my 'Miri's
All these checks, I pray they clearing
I'mma wait till I got 5 of them
Before I flex a million
And I know they fucking notice me
When I walk in the building
Credits
Writer(s): Shotty Busy
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