Gold Stacks
(Lorenz, don't stop)
You want some pape just the road with a thousand beans
What my pops would do, he'd kill him if he run off with some cheese
Lil nigga had to pay a lawyer fee
But the system high as hell if they think they holding me
Can't keep it standard, know I'm smacking on a beam
What I'ma do with nine shots nigga give me thirty-three
If the boys fuckin with me in this cat, then I'ma flee
Why you hidin' and we gon' slide if you tell me where you be
Eleven hundred for a belt, this Louis V
And another eleven hundred on the shoes, these double B
Fit straight, still a fuck a nigga bitch if she see
I'm in a strike, fishbowl, black hoodie and my ski
Fully micro chop in this bitch, can't let the nigga get the ups
You can't name one who did something, ain't got sent up
Drac got kick back, make the
Barrel lift up
Bro gon' pop his stupid ass soon as he slip up
You want some pape just hit the road with a thousand beans
What my pops would do, he'd kill him if he run off with some cheese
Lil nigga had to pay a lawyer fee
But the system high as hell if they think they holding me
Can't keep a standard know i'm smacking on a beam
What I'ma do with nine shots, nigga give me thirty-three
If the boys fuckin' with me in this track
I'ma do the whole dash
In this bitch I can't crash I'ma catch a case
I'm a driver I'll make a nigga crash if he wanna race
Buyin' all them fake ass pills, nigga getting lace
Turn your back on me bout some pape then you get faced
Fapped the whip up he spent I made him hit a gate
Fapped the whip up made him spin
He was mad, his main man's ain't wanna go with him to bend
Really up, can park the scat and go bend in the Benz
Dark tints on the glasses can't see you through the lens
What happened to that boy ain't got shit to do with me
What I say about the cheese stack it tall as it can be
Can't stay at no bitch house after you fuck, you gotta leave
Hoes grimy think she love you, really taking all yo cheese
You want some pape just the road with a thousand beans
What my pops would do, he'd kill him if he run off with some cheese
Lil nigga had to pay a lawyer fee
But the system high as hell if they think they holding me
Can't keep it standard, know I'm smacking on a beam
What I'ma do with nine shots nigga give me thirty-three
If the boys fuckin with me in this cat, then I'ma flee
Why you hidin' and we gon' slide if you tell me where you be
You want some pape just the road with a thousand beans
What my pops would do, he'd kill him if he run off with some cheese
Lil nigga had to pay a lawyer fee
But the system high as hell if they think they holding me
Can't keep it standard, know I'm smacking on a beam
What I'ma do with nine shots nigga give me thirty-three
If the boys fuckin with me in this cat, then I'ma flee
Why you hidin' and we gon' slide if you tell me where you be
Eleven hundred for a belt, this Louis V
And another eleven hundred on the shoes, these double B
Fit straight, still a fuck a nigga bitch if she see
I'm in a strike, fishbowl, black hoodie and my ski
Fully micro chop in this bitch, can't let the nigga get the ups
You can't name one who did something, ain't got sent up
Drac got kick back, make the
Barrel lift up
Bro gon' pop his stupid ass soon as he slip up
You want some pape just hit the road with a thousand beans
What my pops would do, he'd kill him if he run off with some cheese
Lil nigga had to pay a lawyer fee
But the system high as hell if they think they holding me
Can't keep a standard know i'm smacking on a beam
What I'ma do with nine shots, nigga give me thirty-three
If the boys fuckin' with me in this track
I'ma do the whole dash
In this bitch I can't crash I'ma catch a case
I'm a driver I'll make a nigga crash if he wanna race
Buyin' all them fake ass pills, nigga getting lace
Turn your back on me bout some pape then you get faced
Fapped the whip up he spent I made him hit a gate
Fapped the whip up made him spin
He was mad, his main man's ain't wanna go with him to bend
Really up, can park the scat and go bend in the Benz
Dark tints on the glasses can't see you through the lens
What happened to that boy ain't got shit to do with me
What I say about the cheese stack it tall as it can be
Can't stay at no bitch house after you fuck, you gotta leave
Hoes grimy think she love you, really taking all yo cheese
You want some pape just the road with a thousand beans
What my pops would do, he'd kill him if he run off with some cheese
Lil nigga had to pay a lawyer fee
But the system high as hell if they think they holding me
Can't keep it standard, know I'm smacking on a beam
What I'ma do with nine shots nigga give me thirty-three
If the boys fuckin with me in this cat, then I'ma flee
Why you hidin' and we gon' slide if you tell me where you be
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Writer(s): 23 Roddd
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