STACKS Songtext
von Gashum

When I walk into the building
All their eyes go on me
I stay quiet in the back
And get my paper happily
Wanna get me on your song
You should know it′s not free
You said your music's fucking crazy
But I think I disagree

Fuckin′ in the back of the whip
She be asking why I always got a blade on my hip
Told the bitch don't trip
Get down and give me lip
Blowing out her back with my hands on her hips
Once I nut imma dip


I be feeling like a god compared to everybody else
All you pussies insecure wearing Gucci fucking belts
I don't got shit to prove to anybody but myself
Cut my arms so fucking much but obviously it doesn′t help

Wait
Can you hear that?
Pussy wanna pull up
Never fear that
I could get you fucking killed for a fat stack
But you′ll never pull up you're not really fucking ′bout that

I got stacks
I got fucking racks
Getting plaques
Bags of fucking cash
I got stacks
I got fucking racks
Getting plaques
Bags of fucking cash