Stacked

Yeah! Yeah! (I said wassup? Wassup, bitch?) (Dinero) Lil Strips is here, 'bout to start some shit Hop on the beat, and the flows I spit Take your bitch home, and grab on her tit Go back the crib, smoke some weed, and take a shit I be posted up, but my name not Malone Fuck a bitch once, after that leave her alone Smoking Ganja man, I be all up in my zone I be poppin up, missed calls in my phone Know I be that nigga, but no finger on the trigger Got it in your girl while i'm blowing on a swisher Faded than a ho, blowing lead like a Zepplin Bitch get out my face, I dont like that oversteppin' Fuck you then I'm out, baby, I'm not with the sweet shit Gonna' break your heart, 'cause you know 'Tis the season Fucking off my problems, bitch, I don't need a reason This that nigga Summer, man, you know what I be in I be all up in your face, fucking up some Krispy Kreme Haunting niggas in they sleep, wake you like a dream Staying posted with the glock, and you know it got a beam Ducking bitches left and right, not fucking with the schemes Getting money, fucking bitches, like there's Nothing else to it Chasing dreams, living life, won't let you bitches screw it If I get to your girl crib, then you know we finna' do it Gave everybody chances, but half you bitches blew it L-I-L Strips, fuck you up in the street All up in the stu' I be talking that heat I be fucking that bitch while her mans beat his meat I'm the hardest fucking rapper, never heard of no Yeat My bullets ain't gay, 'cause they always shooting straight I don't buy a bitch food like my name Andrew Tate I don't have no remorse, got a clean slate FaceTime with a girl, and I watch her masturbate That boy throwing temper tantrams, he is a bitch Pussy ass boy, gon' fuck around and snitch Rapping on beats, all it took to make me rich Getting money, fucking bitches, yeah, thats my niche I'm so fucking pimpy, I'm so fucking fine My song's blowing up, like my name's Columbine Yo' pussy like a feast, I'm gonna come dine I'm done with this shit, said I'm running outta' time I be all up in your face, fucking up some Krispy Kreme Haunting niggas in they sleep, wake you like a dream Staying posted with the glock, and you know it got a beam Ducking bitches left and right, not fucking with the schemes Getting money, fucking bitches, like there's Nothing else to it Chasing dreams, living life, won't let you bitches screw it If I get to your girl crib, then you know we finna' do it Gave everybody chances, but half you bitches blew it