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Yeah-yeah, YNW Young Grizzley World Slatt, suwoop (Suwoop), slatt Yeah, yeah Slatt Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Stack) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Racks, racks) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Racks) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Racks, racks) Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks (Racks, racks) Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that (Stacks, stacks) He gon' make me spend them bands on you (Yeah) They gon' make me spend them bands on them (Yeah) Please don't make me spend them bands on you (Yeah) That .40 on our waist and wе ready to shoot Hundred-round on the Draco and a fifty-round on thе carbon .22 clip in the Kel-Tec, fuck bygones or pardons Got a snubnose and a shotty (Shotty), nigga move wrong, get bodied (Bodied) Seventeen shots in the Glock 17, aim right where you heart is (Heart is) Four-hundred hollows in the HK, get a nigga whacked (Get a nigga whacked) Draco spit .223's, how did it fuck around and cause a earthquake? Letras de cancionesHeard his organs spilled, nigga hit him up in the worst way (Worst way) I crashed quicker than my second week out of jail in the white Merce's (Merce's) Uh, spin the block with a Glock, do you spin again? Shoot the bitch, set 'em off, we ain't settin' trends Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Oh yeah) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Oh yeah) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Oh yeah) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Yeah) Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks (Yeah) Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that (Yeah) Woke up in a whole 'nother bag (Which one?) Neck cost a dog food slab (Whole crib) Don't do beef on the net (Nah) I don't talk bags on the jack (Nah) Get home with the racks and add to the stash Twelve-dollar kush, pull up to the trap Is the club computer-friendly? (Why?) Bro tryna get in with the MAC (Grrra) We gon' stack, stack, stack, nigga (Stack, stack, stack, stack) We could go rack for rack for rack, nigga (Rack for rack for rack for rack) We don't make rap-cap hits (No) Bro really gon' splat your shit (Fye-fye) Real hundreds, no catfish, bitch (No catfish) Big bags got the trap lit, bitch (Got the trap lit) Starin' at the sky (Starin' at the sky), not the clouds, the watch (Skydweller) Talk loud, get dropped (There he go) Baow-baow, goodbye (He out of here) Skelly made by Audemars (Audemars) Bust down keep me out of the dark (Out the dark) My niggas look just like humans (Like humans) Don't be fooled, we sharks (Baow) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that He gon' make me spend them bands on you They gon' make me spend them bands on them Please don't make me spend them bands on you That .40 on our waist and we ready to shoot From Letras Mania