Stack the blues

[Intro]
(Faw Rifa)

[Verse: Shy & 3200 Tre]
I get too mad, I might chock a bitch
When I got my big purse, I be totin' shit
She only cute in the shit 'cause I sold the 'fit
She only gettin' money now 'cause I showed the bitch
You might've been around me once if you was lucky
Flirt wit' 'em, then go all year, but he don't touch me
Feelin' cocky in this bitch, you can't hug me
Thick as hell, smellin' like Come Fuck Me
A type of bitch that a nigga can't be seen wit'
Bitches happy 'bout the money, they ain't seen shit
Make a bag before noon, not them real grits
It's kinda sweet how he suck 'em, I got real tits
Re-up before the bag gone, so I can see my pros
Shit gettin' messy in this bitch if I call my bros
All the weed I smoke for free 'cause I got them 'bows
He wit' his ho, but still gon' Cash App me for them toes
Chillin', smokin' wit' my fiend 'cause he a wrapper too
Give a fuck about your weed, I smoke rapper too
Got some hoes that'll do you in for a rack or two
And every time I set the play, I get a pack or few
And fuck that shit y'all talkin' 'bout, we get active too
I like to spend my money green and we stack the blues (Hm, it's Thirty)
I like to spend my money green and we stack the blues (Faw Rifa)

[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
Hm, I'on know who dog is, I'm finna tax this dude
You see how I play in games, I'm not a practice dude
Hit a nigga in his shit and make his bracket move
I had a QP on me in class, I used to trap in school
Hm, I get fresh everyday 'cause that's what rappers do
Hm, you be lyin' on the 'net 'cause that's what cappers do
I can dance on the dope like Mike Jackson do
Like, grab a spoon and a pot, and do the backwards move
Hm, is you daddy baby or not?
Why you tryna up the price? Do your daddy hate me or not?
You think I'm rich? Your idea of money can't be allot
The fuck you book that trip for? Bae, you coulda gave me a Glock
Hm, shout out to all the pretty bitches, you gotta love 'em
Don't bring no fat asses around me, I gotta rub it
Hm, you not my type if you can't give me head in public
Hm, I can't go for loose pussy, it gotta hug me
Have some patience wit' me, baby, I be thuggin'
Stop trippin' on me 'bout these bitches, I be hustlin'
Mama, I'm not them other niggas, you can trust me
This Ruger big, go grab your tote, so you can tuck it