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Riding through the town with my seat back
Rolling Blunts on alert for the dispatch
12 bitch, you can miss with the chit chat
Memphis man nigga plotting ways to make a bitch stack
Niggas spend 20 bands like that's staks
See a real hustler stack stacks nigga that's facts
So you ever try to fuck me like Kat Stacks
I'mma have to break your ass in half like a Kit-Kat
Make a move, that's a bad move
Cause when I move, I'mma swink like I'm Tom Cruise
White fist super punch to your torso
Have you like, "Why the fuck did I try you"
Like a genie in a bottle, grant your deathwish
Mean mugging bitch your ass ain't scarin' shit
And I'm still flipping money like Vegas pimp
Memphis boy coming through like the president
Hell nah I ain't saying when my pocket broke
I go insane plotting' heavy when the money low
I mean, shit what do you expect me to do?
Just lay around broke as hell with no damn food?
If you knew all my thoughts you would need to snooze
Cause shit mane when I lose, I'mma still improve
I'mma east Memphis rebel with an attitude
Very hard in your stomach, yes, I'm hurting you
This real shit please don't make me hit the killswitch
When high as fuck, I'm more easy to deal with
When sober, I'm more likely to snap quick
Don Corleone, yeah, I'm on some mob shit
Talk like a billionaire, dress like I'm homeless
Notice how I don't lose my focus
But focus on the wrong shit and wind
Up broke with no bitch looking stressed out and lonely (Oh shit)
How many licks does it take
Before a nigga has keys to my own place
Own place where I could kick my feet up
Loaf hard, smoke weed with your bitch all day
Bet if you had one wish to get your bitch back
Bet you'd use your one wish to get your bitch back
Give me one wish, I'mma wish for a backpack
Filled unlimited stacks, can you picture that, pussy
Writer(s): Christopher James Rowe, John Crawford
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