Gotta Stack It

[Intro: Duvy]
Connect City
It's Duvy
Gang
Fuck you, gotta stack it
Man, all of this
2018, man, gang

[Chorus: Duvy]
Fuck you, gotta stack it
Man, all of this green
Count money like I'm Youngsta
You ain't seen what I seen
Connect City, we ain't average
You'll know what I mean
Call you Rudolph 'cause just beam
Money make you turn mean
Shit be gettin' so tragic
Disappear like magic
.32 in that ratchet
Yeah, lil' bro was a savage
Lil' mama, I care, man, she Spanish
Fuck it up like a terrorist
Bro in the cut, man, he air it
Society fucked, man, we changin'
Ah, shit

[Verse 1: Duvy]
On the Jane strip, we ain't playin'
Bro do the math like he Asian
Collectin' the money and savin'
She smoke me up good like a bong
That shawty leave me out breathless
Niggas they hate and they jealous
I'ma run it up with my brothers
They say they real, but they tell on they brothers
Nah, nah, nah, nah
All my niggas, yeah, they stayin' one hundred
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If I make it, man, don't leave no real nigga
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Yeah, you know my heart cold like December
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't fuck with no fool shawty
I can't fuck with no weird nigga, weird nigga
17 like Rick Fox, so when I shoot, I'ma swisha, bang
You could keep that shawty, after I hit, I won't miss her
You could keep that shawty, after I hit, I won't miss her

[Verse 2: JS Sav]
Young nigga, only 15, but want 15 'cause ain't shit cheap
'Member nights, young, couldn't sleep, reminiscing, thinkin' 'bout that cash
I ain't worried 'bout my old ho, gotta new chick, yeah, she 'bout that cash
Shawty gon' hold it down, I told shawty fuck that past
Young nigga, chasin' guap
You know, I want all of it
These niggas can't tame us
Might stunt on them for the hell of it
Young nigga on the road, we collectin' like everything
Leave the crib with everything
Not comin' home with everything

[Verse 3: Duvy]
That's how we came up
Bro in the cut like a Band-Aid
Young niggas, can't blame us
We tryna get it like all day
Collectin' this guap, bro, let's get paid
Ain't by Melly, don't phase me
With my brothers on the big screen
Like ten foreigns when we on scene

[Chorus: Duvy]
Fuck you, gotta stack it
Man, all of this green
Count money like I'm Youngsta
You ain't seen what I seen
Connect City, we ain't average
You'll know what I mean
Call you Rudolph 'cause just beam
Money make you turn mean
Shit be gettin' so tragic
Disappear like magic
.32 in that ratchet
Yeah, lil' bro was a savage
Lil' mama, I care, man, she Spanish
Fuck it up like a terrorist
Bro in the cut, man, he air it
Society fucked, man, we changin'
Ah, shit