7evenThirty - $ Stacks & Big Gulps lyrics

(Verse) Actin' bad, like one of them sour bees I wanna know kinda people to make room for that ratch We got off in that gla** and grabbin' her by the bootie I'm lookin' like Leatona, I told her that she can sue me Folder, my knee just swole up, my gay sh** hit that kabookie I'm toed up like Kawasaki, on top like she's Suzuki Game as a claim of fame, she sayn she ain't a groupie Here for moral support, but she offer a mega sushi You fired cause you burnt out, your girlfriend rode that propane I just wanna ? that, she wanted me to cover that whole thang She got a thing for that underdog comin' down the hall with no underdraw Turn around and might clap for me, she like to call it a round of applauds She asked me flippin' and scratch for the itch and scratch Oh, you flees just itch and scratch and affect you like a rat On yo knees, b**h, n***as in the club wanna buy that sh** You wanna be the team, come and ride that b**h Look the dead in our eyesockets ? I said b**h (Hook) On the flo', on that block, on that millway They all want what I got and I give to 'em Don't hold no more, betta stop with that sh** I'mma make you dead, no eyesockets Point you corpse and I said b**h I'm bout to whip it and you know the track befo' yo money stack And then I'm gon' put that money stack on top of that money stack I'mma put another rapper in a body bag But then I'mma put that body bag in a pile of body bags (Verse) You n***as ain't bit more role, the first nate erased my eyebrow Me and lil' Sue get hood rat n***as rap bout they lifestyle And they ain't talkin' bout nuttin' Y'all n***as ain't talkin bout nuttin' Every time y'all oen ya mouth ya front Open ya mouth ya lost ya fuss Pullin' up with that roof missin', rain in yo head, that hard pour Color purple my mind stays And I'm ridin' round in that car slow f** the way the limit of the pace With sofa aches y'all flick on me Smile in my face like a flake on me Splizz think I got cake on me Only thing you and I have in common is yo old lady And she only gt her face on me I'm a betta rapper than you a**holes Might as well stay in yo place, homie I worry that spit, that flick, that twist that blade The co*k won't turn into a Hummer Raid! Popper that trunk with a battering magazine Getto link gun spray Er'body wanna be a real a** n***a, but yo a** don't wanna be a n***a fo' real A p**y a** n***a front, he don't need money Cause they on't know how to act and they get on my deal Seven thirty but I get my time right back Everybody n***a know I get a line like that I might hurt yo feelin' in a rhyme like that A money stack in a body bag like that (Hook) On the flo', on that block, on that millway They all want what I got and I give to 'em Don't hold no more, betta stop with that sh** I'mma make you dead, no eyesockets Point you corpse and I said b**h I'm bout to whip it and you know the track befo' yo money stack And then I'm gon' put that money stack on top of that money stack I'mma put another rapper in a body bag But then I'mma put that body bag in a pile of body bags