Stack

[Chorus]
I throw them blues up
She fuck my mood up
And those fake trues bruh
Cargo pants all on my ass
No Jimmy Choo's bruh
Bro smokin' boof blunts
I'm sippin two cups out the wine cooler
She text me "you up?"
I'm asking "who up?"
Cause we not cool mug
Get up out my fuckin' face with all that fool talk

[Verse 1]
And I got dope in my bag
Pull up I'm flippin' that pack
Price surge, I'm raisin' the tax
Switchblade, I'm makin' the stab
If you test me or my mans
I just pull wide on my MAC [?]
She wipe it up with a rag
She wipe it up with a rag
I don't lack
[?]
Pull up with two packs
And then I'm up like 2PAC
I'm fresh like Tic-Tac
She top me up, and she throw it back
Like how you do that