stackin - wiz khalifa lyrics
yea, you already know,
when i walk the f-ck by
you can’t act like
i ain’t the fliest thing you ever seen in your
whole entire m-th-f-ckin sorry -ss life
you can’t say i’m not the freshest n-gg- you ever seen
keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
that’s probably why yo b-tch keep ringin’ my phone
when i pull up she can’t leave me alone
lil’ homie i grind, no sleep
i’m good in the hood everybody know me
i got my truck on blast
hear me when i roll through
stntin’ like a young n-gg- supposed to
stunt’n like i’m supposed to
ridin’ with my hat c-cked back
smokin’ something good 3 blunts and i’m smacked out
all city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw ‘em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man i can’t choose one
3 cell phones i just can’t use one
you see how often i spit
you just off bread hun
this the sh-t they can’t do young
talk fly if you look ‘em in the air
too young, you wonder were i got these gucci pair of shoes from
a lot of ya’ll mad
to me it’s just funny
i see why ya’ll hatin man the hoes just love me
and you know i’m gettin’ shhh
f-ck it i ain’t gotta say it
the tab taken care of n-gg- i ain’t gotta pay it
yea, i’m all day with it, year round
i bet if you was here now
you can’t say i’m not the freshest n-gg- you ever seen
keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
that’s probably why yo b-tch keep ringin’ my phone
when i pull up she can’t leave me alone
lil’ homie i grind, no sleep
i’m good in the hood everybody know me
i got my truck on blast
hear me when i roll through
stunt’n like a young n-gg- supposed to
got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
me i ride clean
neck froze up
bad b-tch on the side
my n-gg-s all rich
foreign whips is what they drive
yea, i smell like gucci and big money too
see them guys with me? they gettin’ money too
ride 222s and got heat so
if a n-gg- try me you a big prob you runnin’ into
i smoke a lot need blunt or 2
at a time whole pounds i be runnin’ through
yea, i got a dime b-tch coming through
cause i pimp like i’m supoosed to
wonder how i get it like this, i could show you
it’s all leather in the whip when i roll through
this year i’m a get sh-t cleared
take a look at this kid
you can’t say i’m not the freshest n-gg- you ever seen
keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
that’s probably why yo b-tch keep ringin’ my phone
when i pull up she can’t leave me alone
lil’ homie i grind, no sleep
i’m good in the hood everybody know me
i got my truck on blast
hear me when i roll through
stunt’n like a young n-gg- supposed to
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