Lyrics:
And I said fuck that
Fuck I look like hating on R'n'B niggas
I am R'n'B nigga
Used to ride that 'lac
Now I ride that 'ari
Push button Atari
Tell the ozone
of Umbrella
And I said fuck that
Fuck I look like hating on R'n'B niggas
I am R'n'B nigga
Used to ride that 'lac
Now I ride that 'ari
Push button Atari
roll in Benzes and Lacs
Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props
I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops
(Yo, how ya livin?)
that time
We can smoke a blunt and pop a bottle of wine
Now get yourself together and be ready by nine
Cuz we gon' do some things that will shatter your
wit' a bigger caine as I step through wit' a bigger swang
I smoke bigger mo's, wit' bigger pro's, and bigger hoes
And I stack bigger dough, floss
We don't like to fuck around with the niggas in the back
Pullin' triggers in the 'Lac (that's right), May the praise stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want
Live and learn as the world turns
We emerge up out the smoke
Watch the world burn
Through Hell n Back inhale the tack
Forever high
Cause life is but
asking for some green, smelled the sac
We on hundred, keep this shit on track
The paper come in steady rack by rack
Rack by rack, stack by stack
Rack by
(featuring Mannie Fresh & Lac)
[Intro - Baby] w/ (ad-libs)
Oh yeah nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, holla at ya boy)
You under smell, number one
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that
waiting on nothing gotta take it
Hustle, Hustle, I ran the bag up
Stack, Stack, I stack the cash up
I grab the game by the mfern throat
I told that hoe
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
(Camp Life my nigga, My thugggg thanggg)
[Verse One]
If you got it, let it slap (Do ya thug thang)
Mane 'Lac chrome on black, with headbussa's in
The Mac
Paper need to be stack
In a lac with cream interior, chrome rims, candy black
Old school cragars
In a way that is major
Having a ball with all
rnf keep it a stack
Say some dawgs they done switched up i left them in the past
Like a train blowin smoke i put my pain down on the tracks
Spend some
Keep it a stack it's fat as fuck
She might make a nigga fall in love
Nah I'm playin' ion really do love
Smoke weed ion really do drug
Big pack don't
the smoke for free
All black (BALENCIAGAS)
Big stack (I count my commas)
Two straps (They semi autos)
Get back (Or filled with hallows)
All black
Original rude boi on your scene
Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke on
All you bitches drop your drawers witcha stinkin' ass
Just roll
(ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh),
(ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh),
I walk around with 500 racks
I keep the city on my shoulders, carry it 'round like a bag of stacks
I put a kid on a Bentayga
Dr. Miami, the ass fat
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
I smoke this dope by my lonely
all these niggas moving funny, yea yea
I smoke this dope by my lonely
Why these hoes be creeping on me?
I smoke this
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