Stash

In the stash
I got bands
Get these racks
In my hands
Multiplied
I tell my mans
We gon fly
To foreign lands
In the stash
I got bands
Get these racks
In my hands
Multiplied
I tell my mans
We gon fly
To foreign lands

Ay ay
Living this life ain't easy
Smoking on big fronteezy
Don at 23 you see me
Moving freely
I got galactic gas
No GG
All of my weed smell peachy
Ay
I like her
She's conscious
She thick, she's freaky
Anyone hating wanna be me
I made 30 in a day
In and out of interstates (Inner states)
Focused
Money was never the motive
This a song for the chosen
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
If you know what the fuck is up
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
I was not ever a regular
And I been blowing these nebulas
I get more cash than a register
I know these shorties get wet as fuck
Seeing us cooking it up in the spot
I had the remedy back on the block
I'm in her whip and she giving me top
Living it up and I'm never gon stop
Upping my self
I was down on the rise
Had to be smart and maneuver through lies
All of my failures made me wise
Looking inside you could find
The stars and skies all aligned
It's all designed by divine
Realize the signs they're intertwined
Yea you can get what's in your mind

In the stash
I got bands
Get these racks
In my hands
Multiplied
I tell my mans
We gon fly
To foreign lands
In the stash
I got bands
Get these racks
In my hands
Multiplied
I tell my mans
We gon fly
To foreign lands

Ay
Back in the days
I'd be amazed
At how it all played out
We made an escape route
Yea we getting paid now
I had to dip from my city
Get litty
Run up on these hunnits and fifties
I know that my family misses me
I just been focused on victory
Making these Benjamin's
Outside an edifice
Link up with shorty
And I know she wet again
She know the etiquette
Flex when I'm getting in
And she love when the rhythm repetitive
She gon cum the way I'm hitting and stretching it
She want tongue deep in her crevices
I'm the one I make it look effortless
She want fun I start undressing her
Ay ay
Poppin
She's raising the octaves
Screaming to God, Buddha and Christ
She wanna be my wife
Jack I'm the love of her love
I knew I'd be living like this
Back when I was a jit
With a spliff in the crib
Ask me how I did it
I took a risk and I'm glad that I did
Ay
I used to feel insane
Crazy how feelings change
I don't got time to wait
On no one to come and save me
Grinding on the daily
I've been self employed
Take a guess on who's been paying me
Yea yea yea

In the stash
I got bands
Get these racks
In my hands
Multiplied
I tell my mans
We gon fly
To foreign lands
In the stash
I got bands
Get these racks
In my hands
Multiplied
I tell my mans
We gon fly
To foreign lands



Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Medrano
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