Stack

She was talking crazy, had to send that bitch back
Yeah, Chrome, Balenci on the bag
If you gonna say it gotta keep that shit a stack
I don't miss with what I do man, I don't gotta brag
Ooh stack, stack stack stack stack stack stack
I was sippin Wock, yeah I'm pourin a line of the
Oh I ain't never gonna stop
Finna go to party and I'm sitting in the pool, I'mma give her my cock
Imma finna get a mansion, oh yeah
Oh in the Hollywood Hills
I was just running this up
Yeah, I was so low low low, I was just touching the ground
I was so low low low, but I never made a sound
Mm

Yeah I'm off that pack, so I'm off loud
I got these diamonds on my wrist oh yeah
I got that Sossboy on me oh yeah

And I pull up and I got ok
I'm off gas oh ooh Mary Jane
I told that hoe just stay in your lane
She don't know what I got in store ok
She got money yeah she got a lot of bags on her
I got one two Rick Owens tags on it
Yeah, I'm runnin shit, yeah I'm doing laps in it
Yeah got a Gucci bag, put them racks in it
I hit a ho, then I'm passin her
Goin back to LA, gotta pack soon
That bitch crazy yeah she got a lot of stacks on her

Ooh stack, stack stack stack stack stack stack



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Writer(s): Blake Bg
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