Doja Clik - Stack Your Grip lyrics

Ain't no set ride for me So I ain't trippin' off no set I'm bout money D-O-E, cream is my thing I got my mug-oning when I hit the scene Let my nuts swing and be king s**as on a scheme Low life buster motherf**ers living nothing but a dream A fiend, lost to reality You feel presence of evil when you have a fat salary So what that means, you gots to loc' up self love against the world Middle finger up Everyday I fight the devil, always in my face Got the next man's dream tryin' to take my place Anyone in the world can do a 1-8 sell I'd rather stack a grip and mob in a Chev They hated that you made it so they tryin to fade it s**as scheme for the cream You in the game, better play it Chorus x4 Stack your grip Don't trip off no punk sh** Be a hustla b**h, maybe your wig won't get split I'm flippin' sh** We movin' n***as, hoes, and keys A b**h in my mix don't fall in to succeed Re-emburse, the money comes first An eye for an eye snitch b**h rest in dirt No high sidin', just playa pimps I'm ridin' 2-0-9 Youngsta srtivin', automatic bustin' a kanivin' Penetrate stayin' far from fake Can't no one fade when it comes to this game I'm trustin' no slug, just me on my own Ready to bust from dust 'till dawn trailin' stanky b**hes home It's serious business, a true can't be slippin' Gettin' took out the establishment, thicky segregation Fight or die, give up or try It's always the next man that wants your life 2 for the money and nuttin' for the hoes 9 ways to get bent, Doja Clik takin' souls Chorus x4 This is Young Ren ? baller grabbin' his nuts Down for my scratch and k**in' all these punk a** chumps Jump on that a** for the fact that they playa hate me About a hundred motherf**ers want to fade me But I'm too crazy, step to me with bullsh** I'll bust hot ones in that a**, empty the whole clip Made by a snitch , that's why them s**as fall so quick And if you ain't down for your scratch you must be a punk a** b**h Punk a** b**h all up on my nut sack Punk a** b**h you need to get the f** back You need the f**ers ? I ain' no bein' a straight up hustla Unless you want to be a broke a** busta You f**in' b**h made punk motherf**er rose Want to f** with Ren, you're f**in' with your funeral Chorus x4 Make that cash and dash