Testo Stackin It - Nechie feat. Gunna
Testo della canzone Stackin It (Nechie feat. Gunna), tratta dall'album Shady Baby
Wheezy outta here, Wheezy outta here
Run that back, Turbo
Yeah
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant (extravagant)
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (nah)
Burnin' these trees like they calories (burn)
Plaques in my crib like a gallery (plaque)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (four degrees)
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (ah)
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (four)
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Rees' (nah)
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (yeah)
Broke the curse and put M's in my family (yeah)
I'm back in it (back in it)
Me and Young Nechie is back in it (back in it)
Straight off the beat, Gunna rappin' it (rappin' it)
Used to have bands and they cappin' it (yeah)
Stars in the ceiling, they galaxy (stars)
Bitches with different nationalities (woah)
You fuck niggas cause a commodity
Shoot him up, leave his body on Mallory (huh)
Wasn't the type to be born in that life
But still got me some stripes like a referee (referee)
I was still holdin' on but they thought I was off
When I took that lil' loss, they weren't there for me (weren't there for me)
I bossed up myself and I bossed up my niggas (boss)
Go look at they ice (ice), they got clarity (ice)
I was broke as a bitch, but I went and got rich (yeah, yeah)
Now my kids gon' have M's, they inherited (inherited)
Finesse (finesse), ain't breaking no sweat
I went got a check and I married it (check)
Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm flexin' the best (oh, yes)
My Bugatti broad, she got glass in it
I'm mixin' this Wock', I'm sippin' this Tech
They came straight from Indianapolis
I land in D.C. and pull up at Bliss
Then pick up a backend in Maryland
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant (extravagant)
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (nah)
Burnin' these trees like they calories (burn)
Plaques in my crib like a gallery (plaque)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (four degrees)
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (ah)
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (four)
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Rees' (nah)
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (yeah)
Broke the curse and put M's in my family (yeah)
Bitch, I'm a big stepper (yeah)
Third letter, I'ma big repper (yeah, yeah)
Flawless my diamonds, my wrist wetter (yeah)
I might pull on 'em with twin Berettas, oh, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'll knock 'em off if you get in the street (yeah)
Teach a nigga just for playin' with me (yeah)
Ain't no cappin' it (yeah)
Stackin' my money, I'm trappin' it (yeah, yeah)
I bought that big body, bitch I'm a king like big Charlie (yeah, yeah)
Your bitch a fiend, yeah, she dick hungry (yeah, yeah)
I gave her dick, she a dick junkie (yeah, yeah)
That's a fool, switcheroo (switcheroo)
Runnin' your mouth just like bitches do (like bitches do)
Hop out with sticks, nigga peek-a-boo (nigga peek-a-boo)
Cut him like motherfuckin' scissors do (yeah)
Put that boy right in the blender (yeah, yeah)
Catch your bitch and just watch how I bend her (watch how I blend her)
Don't do the dates and the dinner boo (yeah)
I give you something to remember boo (yeah, yeah)
I slide my dick across her temple (yeah)
Bitch, I'm a savage, animal (yeah, yeah)
Your bitch eat dick, she a cannibal (yeah)
Nechie, Nechie, so Hannibal, bet you havin' it (yeah, yeah)
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant (extravagant)
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (nah)
Burnin' these trees like they calories (burn)
Plaques in my crib like a gallery (plaque)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (four degrees)
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (ah)
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (four)
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my bracelets get caught in my damn sleep (damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Rees' (nah)
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (yeah)
Broke the curse and put M's in my family (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Kitchens, Chandler Durham, Ceron Robert Lee
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