duvy – gotta stack it lyrics
[intro: duvy]
connect city
it’s duvy
gang
f+ck you, gotta stack it
man, all of this
2018, man, gang
[chorus: duvy]
f+ck you, gotta stack it
man, all of this green
count money like i’m youngsta
you ain’t seen what i seen
connect city, we ain’t average
you’ll know what i mean
call you rudolph, could just beam
money make you turn mean
sh+t be gettin’ so tragic
disappear like magic
32 in that ratchet
[?] bro was a savage
lil’ mama a [?], she spanish
f+ck it up like a terrorist
bro in the cut, man, he air it
society f+cked, man, we changin’
ah, sh+t
[verse 1: duvy]
on the jane strip, we ain’t playin’
bro do the math like he asian
collectin’ the money and savin’
she smoke me up good like a bong
that shawty leave me out breathless
n+ggas they hate and they jealous
i’ma run it up with my brothers
they say they real, but they tell on they brothers
nah, nah, nah, nah
all my n+ggas, yeah, they stayin’ one hundred
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
if i make it, man, don’t leave no real n+gga
nah, nah, nah, nah
yeah, you know my heart cold like december
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i can’t f+ck with no fool shawty
i can’t f+ck with no weird n+gga, weird n+gga
17 like rick fox, so when i shoot, i’ma swisha, bang
you could keep that shawty, after i hit, i won’t miss her
you could keep that shawty, after i hit, i won’t miss her
[verse 2: js sav]
young n+gga, only 15, but want 15 ’cause ain’t sh+t cheap
‘member nights, young, couldn’t sleep
reminiscing, thinkin’ ’bout that cash
i ain’t worried ’bout my old hoe, gotta new chick, yeah, she ’bout that cash
shawty gon’ hold it down, i told shawty f+ck that [?]
young n+gga, chasin’ guap
you know, i want all of it
these n+ggas can’t tame us
might stunt on them for the h+ll of it
young n+gga on the road, we collectin’ like everything
leave the crib with everything
not comin’ home with everything
[verse 3: duvy]
that’s how we came up
bro in the cut like a band+aid
young n+ggas, can’t blame us
we tryna get in, like all day
collectin’ this guap, bro, let’s get paid
[?], don’t phase me
with my brothers on the big screen
like 10 foreigns when we on scene
[chorus: duvy]
f+ck you, gotta stack it
man, all of this green
count money like i’m youngsta
you ain’t seen what i seen
connect city, we ain’t average
you’ll know what i mean
call you rudolph, could just beam
money make you turn mean
sh+t be gettin’ so tragic
disappear like magic
32 in that ratchet
[?] bro was a savage
lil’ mama a [?], she spanish
f+ck it up like a terrorist
bro in the cut, man, he air it
society f+cked, man, we changin’
ah, sh+t
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