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all about the stacks - liveraw gbt lyrics

[intro: jackpot]

yea. liveraw in the booth man
bobbi i on the boards

[verse 1: jackpot]

my swag cray, and my jag grey
b*tch don’t make me pop the truck, that’s where that mack stay
yo sh*t fake’ but i’m real though
the beat pop like a pill hoe
i’m jackpot, n*gga i go harder than a steel toe
boom
k!ll anybody who think they f*cking with me n*gga
a,b,c,d,e,f i’m a g n*gga
sometimes they don’t hear me, they be like “what did he say”
hold up, 2k12 b*tch, instant replay
and i’m running numbers, just like it’s a relay
she just bought me a rollie but a n*gga still be late
cuz i don’t really care though
yo tell yo girl don’t stare bro
i hate when a girl say she real, but faker than her hair though

[hook: jackpot & l*o]

i’m all about the stacks (liveraw b*tch we k!lling tracks)
if i spent a million dollars today (i’ll get it back)
i’m all about the stacks (liveraw b*tch we k!lling tracks)
if i spent a million dollars today (i’ll get it back)
i’m all about the stacks (liveraw b*tch we k!lling tracks)
if i spent a million dollars today (i’ll get it back)
i’m all about the stacks (liveraw b*tch we k!lling tracks)
if i spent a million dollars today (i’ll get it back)

[verse 2: detroit l*o]

all these hoes be choosin’, all these hoes be boostin’
all these n*ggas be purpin’, hating is they conclusion
i’m in atlanta just cruising, life is smooth, no stressin’
yo girl need to get cuffed cuz im the one that textin’
i guess it’s true, you ain’t learn your lesson
and yea this louis girl, why you checkin’
she looking straight in her leopard leggins
so the cat is what l*o is bouta get ta stretching
multiple choice, women choosing and testin’
i don’t do sh*t, i stack bread and relaxing
they the king of pop, til the n*gga get popped
poppin’ off at the mouth tryna be like jackson
when boy l*o get out, they gon fear a n*gga like damon
all this loud that my n*ggas roll, they be having session like ramon
they hate you just like chris, and they love me like raymond
i don’t do the first class b*tch, i’m next to the captain b*tch, like g*yman

[hook: jackpot & l*o]

[verse 3: ishaan the rit god]

married to miss piggy, i’m going ham for life
diamonds shaped like squares, call it dentyne ice
red wing logo on the snap back
tryna get my cheese i put the mack to yo back pack
every track i snap like a rat trap
her p*ssy tight like a t*shirt at baby gap
balling like chris paul in a red jersey
a girl named robin gave me head, that’s a red birdie
diamonds flash, just like paparazzi cams
cars with h*rns on it, st. louis rams
me and my money best friends like gina & pam
i collect my check like uncle sam
rubber band banks, yellow b*tch, hillary banks
always got a gun on my like tom hanks
dunking on these pilgrims, i’m dominique wilkins
wild hoes, like cows hoes, they always milkin’
balling like olajuwan, like olajuwan
pockets full of cheese, n*ggas talking papa johns
and these hoes in my m*th*f*cking family van
this family van look like a m*th*f*cking socker mom

[hook: jackpot & l*o]

- liveraw gbt lyrics

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