Lyrics Stacks (feat. Jah Banko) - Sy

Bought a Bugatti and a Rari she wanna ride with me it's a party
She split her legs no karate yeah I got a milli fuck a lottie
DM's pretendin' now she want me I'm making these stacks bitch like Riccardi
Slot on my wrist I'm back at the lobby I sell this shit with my belt like lil yachty
Dance with my hips and I put her with Carti tryna bite off the bread while she ain't got her own money gots to be stacking no motion bitch don't talk to me
Making up words lobotomy Examine her body anatomy
Deal with the market so randomly
Spit with my bars I do so tangently
Look at my body the scars like I've been put through the wringer
Feeling dysfunctional where's Jerry Springer slow you around so it's hard not to linger
You playing games you talking bout where we at and the ring of your finger
Bae I got problems and I needed some solving you found a man that right there was a stinger
So I got in my bag bag ain't no time to relax I'm tryna come up with a sack
Looking to run with a knife in my back KB on road I cannot stay on track
Me and my bro keep these 4's like we Shaq we spit the cheddar then count up the jack
It was showers Maybach two seater Range Rack

Range Rack two seater Maybach don't beat her
Got a 200 off of my meter hop in my Rari or jet need to see her like
Why they so focused on me
Busting the rollie got ice as a feature I got bitches they tryna be me staying at school don't be fucking a teacher
I got three kinds of nines yeah your bitch fine she mine
No need to be fucking with me you got no time no dime
Yeah bring up the bodies yeah bring up the dead won't be no sloppy but still gettin some head Dont come up on me don't act like a fool look at your bitch yeah I'm leaving her drool
Never be lacking and I stay on the tac she saw the bread now she coming straight back opps on the low I be taking it slow never be slacking I'm straight with the flow