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stack it up - tle cinco lyrics

[intro]
truckload sh*t, beep
cinco, cinco
truckload sh*t foreal
cinco, cinco
yung mal and lil quill
in this b*tch too

[chorus: tle cinco]
came from the dirty
b*tch i’m talkin’ hamper (hamper)
young n*gga chain fit like a pamper
throw salt on my name
but lil’ buddy a random (lil’ buddy)
his hoes watchin’ me like a channel
fresh as f*ck, b*tch watch me pose
for the camera, bankrolls on me
she gon’ go, ’cause i’m handsome
i’m sippin’ good activist, lean with phantom
two b*tches one me, b*tch i feel like
i’m manimal, got this sh*t myself
i ain’t ask for none, mama was poor
had to stack it up, whole truckload
bih come back it up, whole d*mn pound
ain’t gon’ back it up, when it come to the streets
got my bachelor, glock on my hip
flip his ass like a spatula, these bl**dy shoes
b*tch i feel like i’m dracula, they don’t want
no smoke, these f*ck n*ggas
got abstinence (smoke)

[verse: tle cinco]
they don’t want no smoke, man these n*ggas
got abstinence, most of these n*ggas (smoke)
some characters, pop up
with truckload, lil’ b*tch we
embarrass ya’, i’m fly as f*ck
like a parachute, ain’t goin’ to sleep
gotta catch me a play (play)
skin a n*gga like a fade, hunnid’ round
bih we got choppas for days
he a lame and i’m gon’ put the cash
in his face, [?] they say “i’m a animal”
i’m high as f*ck like a bal*ster (high as f*ck)
b*tch i ain’t got sh*t but a check
on my counter, drip on b*tch all the way (b*tch)
to the maximum, runnin’ a foreign
remember the maxima? i’m taking
[?] i only take half of it
slap me a f*ck n*gga, just for the
laugh of it, say “he got pounds”
shut the f*ck up, the cap of it (b*tch)

[verse: yung mal]
they don’t want no smoke
we take them straps to the show
we just might pull up in foreigns
we back to back backin’ the row
d*mn, my neck froze, bustdown on my wrist
cost a leg and a elbow, trappin’
at the corner store, now i count up
[?] it’s woah, if i hit it
then the gang hit it, you know we be
drillin’ these hoes, my son, he four years old
got a [?], my lawyer he don’t let up
he fight it ’till the case get closed
[?] cold, froze, young n*gga
came a long way from the dope hold
two seventeens on six, one five count
a roll, [?]

[verse: lil quill]
shoes on my feet
christian louboutin, hit the lil’
b*tch from the back then i’m
through with it, bustdown on my wrist
like refrigerate, shooters behind me
keep up, they belligerent
back then, i was peelin’ sh*t
now i get inside the booth
and i’m k!llin’ sh*t, bad b*tch
fat ass, [?] talk to the sky
i’ma settle it, havin’ more cap
than a president, got yo’ b*tch
on top of me and she pedalin’
stay away from them n*ggas
irrelevant, bustdown on my wrist
it cost more than yo’ settlement
cash, yeah we havin’ that, we did not
come through the front, we came through the back
bags, we got all of that
n*gga talk sh*t, we gon’ pull up
and double back

- tle cinco lyrics

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