Lyrics Ya Dig - Stack Bundles , Jim Jones

You already know what it is, niggas
Exactly what the fuck y'all was afraid of
Riot Squad, Dipset, Bird Gang
Max, Bino, what up?
Coppa, where the fuck you at, niggas?
Yo, get him the fuck from around me

I don't care what P's he hangin'
I never heard of him, so tell him to keep bangin'
My niggas is brothers, it's strength in numbers
Whether six or that five, there's gangsters among us
Got the hood and the frenzy, they see how he
Open them suicide doors on that CLE
Our bins doin' this, hoppin' out, lookin' all Harlem-ish
Shoot game marvelous, heavy on his charm and wrist
You ain't got the heart to risk your life for your lifestyle
Pay to get acquitted for the charges like Mike Trow

I leave a white trail, follow your nose
Gorgeous gangsta around, just follow the hoes
They all juicy, sweatin' them, believe I'm flatted
But with a startin' five like mine, your bench don't matter
Tents don't matter, they know who that card belongs to
I fuck up, but you who the broad belongs to

No matter the avenue, diddy bop swaggin' through
G'd up, slaggin' through
Two-tone waggin' through
New Year to the city of gods, city of czars
Rise the squad, gang is the bird, movin' them birds
Man, somethin' down, murderin' the third

We rock stars, sass, money, and cars (ya dig)
You niggas hustle, but you're not on your job (ya dig)
Play gangsta, but you're not that hard (ya dig)
Fly high with the bird and the rice, the squad (ya dig)
We rock stars, sass, money, and cars (ya dig)
You niggas hustle, but you're not on your job (ya dig)
Play gangsta, but you're not that hard (ya dig)
Fly high with the bird and the rice, the squad (ya dig)

I got my back to the wind
90 grand for the range, with the racks and the rims
They say I'm local from the jump
Cause I ride around town, with explosives in my trunk
My jeans sagging, pockets swollen with the mumps
Tips on the V, all the smoking on the blood
My neck weird chilly, fresh gear illy
I'm hopping out the box bitch next year Bentley

It's six dollars a record nigga
And don't be mad your bitch hollered the check nigga
I heard you big, my money ain't the problem
I'm hopping out of jimbos if I'm hungry up in Harlem
Yeah, that's how we on it in my hood
I'm rocking all my jewels, and he call it in the hood
We all got aliases, there's warrants in the hood
And nigga watch your ass, take caution understood

We rock stars, sass, money, and cars (ya dig)
You niggas hustle, but you're not on your job (ya dig)
Play gangsta, but you're not that hard (ya dig)
Fly high with the bird and the rice, the squad (ya dig)
We rock stars, sass, money, and cars (ya dig)
You niggas hustle, but you're not on your job (ya dig)
Play gangsta, but you're not that hard (ya dig)
Fly high with the bird and the rice, the squad (ya dig)