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yb stackz - stackzfam lyrics

[verse 1: yb stackz]

why she wanna f-ck with me? wanna f-ck with me cause i’m up next
ever since i bossed up these n-gg-s movin’ suspect
and i’m movin’ with the same n-gg-s used to run with
f-ckin’ on a thotty i could never fall in love with
when i back out all you n-gg-s better back up
only had a dollar yea a n-gg- had to stack up
got a poke across his face when a n-gg- ran up
you ain’t really bout that life n-gg- you’s a chatter

[verse 2: tj stackz]

you a chatter, f-ck n-gg- better back up
till i make her pull up and then i pull up with a tractor
i got the mac out young n-gg- better back down
back ‘round, my n-gg-s really pull up and we act out
yea, we some fools, yea, you know how we do
yea, i’m with yb in the stu we cooking up like stew
all these b-tches on my d-ck i know they like that
i swear to god if i pipe your b-tch, know ima pipe that
one-two one-two how i do that
she wanna f-ck with me yea she see the way my crew act
we in the beginning of the club where we be at
i need hunnid racks because i’m tj stackz yeah

[verse 3: yb stackz]

trapping out all week even on a sunday
ran it up out of the mud it was only one way
to get it, get the spinach and get to living
like a boss n-gg- getting paid up in the millions
how i did it, n-gg-s asking they asking questions
if it is a problem best believe we get to stepping
same hood me and tj stackz we been repping
f-ck a opp n-gg- all my n-gg-s keep a weapon

[verse 4: tj stackz]

keep a weapon, we keep a weapon
and she met stackzfam she know that’s a blessing
all my n-gg-s in the stu and we going crazy
yea, don’t talk crazy ‘fore we f-ck yo lady
one bullet to his head; tracy mcgrady
all my n-gg-s with the sh-ts, what you saying ain’t adding up
run down on a n-gg- cause he wasn’t running fast enough
bullets heat you up it’s like all of my n-gg-s packing lunch
she wanna f-ck right she wanna f-ck right
she don’t wanna f-ck with her man like tonight
she wanna f-ck with a real n-gg-
yea i’m a lil n-gg-, and i got my tommy you know we don’t f-ck with hilfiger

[verse 4: yb stackz]

trap and finessin’ i been gettin’ paid
smoking a blunt taking dope to the face
riding my d-ck you n-gg-s is g-y
call him a surfer cause he on my wave
up in the booth i be doing my thing
some of my n-gg-s move dope to the fiends
some of my n-gg-s finessing a piece
all of my n-gg-s addicted to green

[verse 5: tj stackz]

addicted to green, but we not vegetarian
and i swear you n-gg-s is scarying when we pull up we hurrying
all my n-gg-s got the gwuap all my n-gg-s posted with them chops
we was up on that block quarters in our sock, yeah

- yb stackz lyrics

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