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Yo
Who's that?
(Who the fuck is TB Stacka?)
Are you man ready? I don't think so (ayy, look)
Look
In the stu too fried, B, I'm way too baked
Love fulus, work lidge for the cake
My nigga loves dough like he works in a bakery
Fat nigga, man, I got nuff weight
I do this all for the green like Slade
I stack like TB, I love to get paid
Your priorities aren't in order
You miss out on a play to go and get laid
Look, chain on my neck, cubana
I want racks come fat like Godanna
Antisocial, been rapping since age fourteen
Niggas thinking I'm BabySantana
You can't talk like that, have manners
Leave the scene all left with banners
And don't mix me with guys who lie on beats
Me and bro hate them internet cappers
We broadcast this chinging on ITV
I'm sure they'll televise that
Listen when I rap, you best revise that
When I'm beating it down, it sounds like hi-hats
She's way too entitled, she's pissing me off
Her mouth, it's best she minds that
When a beat turns on, I lose my mind, akh
O.T.M.P, payments, we fly dat
I went down, but now I'm going back up
This melanin ting want D, tell her back up
I make crowds scream, don't believe? Ask Stacka
Made that ting yell"Aiya" like Napa
We don't listen to them man there
Hella sideyes flung out
We don't cappers
They're never on point, professional lackers
When I see him, his jaw lines shattered
(Brr, brr) (Who's that)
I got a call from my Asian link
I treat my girl like a plus 44
One pull of the spliff and I can't even blink
One pull of the spliff and I can't even see
Oh yeah, yeah, you know I've been gone overseas
Party's turnt, I don't wanna go sleep
I got 15 gyal tryna hop in my Jeep
Whine up
Whine up
Bad one, lemme try get behind ya