Stack It Up

Nigga run up on me wrong

Pussy nigga get merked, bang bang nigga

White bricks, duckin' from the chain gang nigga

Cock back, head shot, brain hang nigga

Same weed, brain from your main dame nigga

Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gay nigga

Black masks, we ain't never gangbang nigga

Matte Black coming through the left lane nigga

You a pawn playin' in the chess game nigga

F this, straight through yo vest game nigga

Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys

Weed loud, jewellery loud, we make enough noise

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring

And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob

Alley Boy chuck big bank met Sosa at 6

Little Ricky duct tape mob

50 thousand in hunneds

Got yo girl kissin' on my stomach

She know that the young boy here do numbers

Hit 'em one time, bitch lose my number

Money too long, don't show no pity

A Town dumb bitch this my city

Georgia pound, GA my state

Home of the Braves, nigga fuck yo city

Alley Boy a gold mine, I'm a golden child

Nigga, diamond in the dirt

With all these DT's in they face

And all the LV's on my shirt

Money long like Yao Ming

That's the chain, that ain't no cream

That's K4, that ain't no lean

Them fuck niggas, that ain't no team

My paper tall and my tape dogs

2 Pac's soul, a new outlaw

Play you beat me, hand choppa

50 rounds, face off

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring

And find them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming