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lor stackks – baltimore lyrics

[intro]
whatup
lor stackks lor chris whatup
lor scoota, scoota up next
campaign
you know what im bout, what we bout

[hook]
lotta blow gettin’ sold got the police doing raids
plus the feds in town, don’t talk on phones cuz it ain’t safe
time to switch up the game plan watch me operate
hide the junkies in a hole the police can’t see a thing

[verse one: lor scoota]
baltimore,baltimore, b-tch im reppin’ baltimore
young street n-gga, dope boy i come from baltimore
baltimore,baltimore y-young n-ggas be shining
on them dirtbike we be wiling selling scramble out the houses
i’ve been f-cking n-ggas b-tches and sl-ttin they baby mommas
baltimore city, this the home of the crab
i’m up next, he last
i smoke gas no reg
got goons on deck
you gotta earn your respect
this the baltimore zoo, wild animals no pets
all i hang wit is gorillas,real n-ggas real b-tches
f-ck the law, free the real
gotta a couple n-ggas waiting for pills
my mans died a couple weeks ago, thinking bout that sh-t still
in my city sh-t real,young n-ggas guardin them pills
b-tch will suck a d-ck for high heels
n-ggas fake like they real
dont know how loyalty feel
im selling dope for a living
you broke as sh-t and im living
ya broke -ss only get paid when the mailman deliver
bout to start exposing these b-tch n-ggas
cut the bluffing sh-t im getting sick of it
how the f-ck you gonna be a real n-gga but you gossiping like b-tches
real n-ggas they state facts and keep b-tches outta the business
and never trust too many n-ggas

[verse two: lor stackks]
bout to hit the block you know its trappin time
gotta watch what i say cuz they may tap the lines
they got guns and not bussin but im clappin mine
i put ya b-tch to sleep like its nappin time
trap jumping like ludachris
i ain’t new to this im true to this
it’s stackks,chris, and scoota b-tch
act up and im shootin sh-t
i’ll give ya 12 from that ruger b-tch
can’t say im fake cuz im true legit
when it come to hustling i do this sh-t
gettin money im used to it
fresh as f-ck when you see me dressed
sold more pills than a cvs
my dopo up on me dont need a test
when you see staccks best believe he strapped
i got booked but i never told
i was under pressure but ill never fold
never rat stick to the code
in the streets with the path i chose

[verse three: lor chris]
im from baltimore home of the ravens
my city wild we belong in cages
lor chris, undarated
i get money on the daily basis
i got the juice and b-tches trynna taste it
my hoes come in all kinda flavors
imma young n-gga just trynna make it
i live it up cuz time wasted
i ain’t chasing p-ssy cuz that come wit it
if you talking money then im wit it
run all up in ya kitchen
point the semi at you let it tongue kiss ya
mouth to mouth at ya like cpr
tape you up no vcr
talk alotta sh-t no bcr
but i back it up like u-haul
and i come from stricka but i f-ck wit n-ggas
from whitelock back down to pitchin
from longwood back to division
and im good like sunday dinner
i keep some real n-ggas next to me
can’t change on em cuz they ain’t letting me
real n-ggas they f with me
sand town till the death of me
imma street n-gga like sesame
and i earned my stripes so they respect me
so all that talking dont impress me
cuz yall do little like eddie
and i do it big like pun
shout out to my day ones
i f-ck wit scoota i f-ck wit staccks
they a hundred so imma hundred back

- lor stackks lyrics

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