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gotta stack it - duvy lyrics

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[intro: duvy]
connect city
it’s duvy
gang
f*ck you, gotta stack it
man, all of this
2018, man, gang

[chorus: duvy]
f*ck you, gotta stack it
man, all of this green
count money like i’m youngsta
you ain’t seen what i seen
connect city, we ain’t average
you’ll know what i mean
call you rudolph, could just beam
money make you turn mean
sh*t be gettin’ so tragic
disappear like magic
32 in that ratchet
[?] bro was a savage
lil’ mama a [?], she spanish
f*ck it up like a terrorist
bro in the cut, man, he air it
society f*cked, man, we changin’
ah, sh*t
[verse 1: duvy]
on the jane strip, we ain’t playin’
bro do the math like he asian
collectin’ the money and savin’
she smoke me up good like a bong
that shawty leave me out breathless
n*ggas they hate and they jealous
i’ma run it up with my brothers
they say they real, but they tell on they brothers
nah, nah, nah, nah
all my n*ggas, yeah, they stayin’ one hundred
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
if i make it, man, don’t leave no real n*gga
nah, nah, nah, nah
yeah, you know my heart cold like december
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i can’t f*ck with no fool shawty
i can’t f*ck with no weird n*gga, weird n*gga
17 like rick fox, so when i shoot, i’ma swisha, bang
you could keep that shawty, after i hit, i won’t miss her
you could keep that shawty, after i hit, i won’t miss her

[verse 2: js sav]
young n*gga, only 15, but want 15 ’cause ain’t sh*t cheap
‘member nights, young, couldn’t sleep
reminiscing, thinkin’ ’bout that cash
i ain’t worried ’bout my old hoe, gotta new chick, yeah, she ’bout that cash
shawty gon’ hold it down, i told shawty f*ck that [?]
young n*gga, chasin’ guap
you know, i want all of it
these n*ggas can’t tame us
might stunt on them for the h*ll of it
young n*gga on the road, we collectin’ like everything
leave the crib with everything
not comin’ home with everything
[verse 3: duvy]
that’s how we came up
bro in the cut like a band*aid
young n*ggas, can’t blame us
we tryna get in, like all day
collectin’ this guap, bro, let’s get paid
[?], don’t phase me
with my brothers on the big screen
like 10 foreigns when we on scene

[chorus: duvy]
f*ck you, gotta stack it
man, all of this green
count money like i’m youngsta
you ain’t seen what i seen
connect city, we ain’t average
you’ll know what i mean
call you rudolph, could just beam
money make you turn mean
sh*t be gettin’ so tragic
disappear like magic
32 in that ratchet
[?] bro was a savage
lil’ mama a [?], she spanish
f*ck it up like a terrorist
bro in the cut, man, he air it
society f*cked, man, we changin’
ah, sh*t

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