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andy the chef - stackin' lyrics

[hook]
i’m stackin’ whip automatic
cruisin with a b+tch she the baddest
you worried ‘bout sh+t that don’t matter
imma run this sh+t ’til the wrist with a patek
imma run it up imma run it up up
flip switch end of ya
imma take a lift that ain’t indica
wit a bad b+tch her name india

[verse 1]
from the same mud but i made it out clean
you ain’t cut from this cloth
forty on the jean
a movie scene n+gga living out a dream
it ain’t no peace ’til the neck glistening
blood, sweat, work thats the sh+t they can’t handle
made it out the dirt like shaking out the sandle
was little money now the money come ample
built this sh+t alone, nah i built it with my mans tho
brick by brick like motherf+cking legos
my lil n+ggas getting money they don’t play+dough
was underground where they wanted me to stay
but i spun that sh+t around like dj tables
whole team eat, used to nothing on the table
beep beep get the f+ck up out my way yo
i be that n+gga making banger after bango
got the whole d+mn team yelling ayee
[hook]
i’m stackin’ whip automatic
cruisin with a b+tch she the baddest
you worried ‘bout sh+t that don’t matter
imma run this sh+t ’til the wrist with a patek
imma run it up imma run it up up
flip switch end of ya
imma take a lift that ain’t indica
wit a bad b+tch her name india

[verse 2]
these days i’m burning up like a matchbook
i be leaving the scene and all you seeing is mad soot
behind my back i know they giving me mad looks
won’t get distracted a magnet to this macbook
hard to catch i’m on jets you staying your ass put
catchin cases need a shelf for them fat books
i don’t fight evenly frequently have that ass cooked
try to compete with me, listen bro that’s a bad look
try to pretend they learned how to be men
i’m sure enough i ain’t perfect but certain i’ll make these ends
disrespecting women like they wasn’t f+cking birthed from ‘em
humble yourself just maybe then you can learn from ‘em
birkin or louis v, deserve it i’ll get you these
my woman be looking perfect on purpose that’s heavenly
best way to get laid, throw on forty degrees
best way to get paid, bury your enemies like
[hook]
i’m stackin’ whip automatic
cruisin with a b+tch she the baddest
you worried ‘bout sh+t that don’t matter
imma run this sh+t ’til the wrist with a patek
imma run it up imma run it up up
flip switch end of ya
imma take a lift that ain’t indica
wit a bad b+tch her name india

- andy the chef lyrics

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