Stacks

[Intro: Kenny Mgee]
Ayo, you know who it is, motherfuckers
It's ya boy
Kenny Mgee on that track
Beetlebat in the track
Beetlebat in the track
Yeah, yeah, this track about to be fire
Fire in the house, felt the fire in the house
Fire in the house, felt the fire in the house
Track gonna be fire, track gonna be fire
Beat, beat it up, Beetlebat, beat it up
Ay, yo, yo
Get hyped for this, get hyped for this, get hyped for this, get hypеd for this
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, yeah

[Verse 1: Kenny Mgee]
Sitting in the club, and I'm drinking up some cidеr
You already know I'm gonna put my dick inside her
My sons are playing at the back of the club
Man, everybody sitting there, smoking it up
Man, they smoking it up, but I ain't get smoked
Man, I'm from the fucking hood and I don't go
Man, I got so much money, I can't spend
It's like a motherfucking loop which will not end
Man, I'm sitting here, and I'm feeling kinda sad
Most people sitting here would feel glad
Man, that is just not who I am
Man, I'm like Kendrick Lamar, 'cause I'm saying "damn", ay

[Chorus: Kenny Mgee]
Tracks, plaques, money, stacks
Sitting back here and I'm supposed to relax, 'cause
Stacks, tracks, money, plaques
Got all 'em other, other motherfucking racks
I got the tracks, got the plaques, got the money, got the stacks
Got it all, and I'm supposed to relax
Got the tracks, got the plaques, got the money, got the stacks
Got it all, and I'm supposed to relax, ay

[Verse 2: Beetlebat]
Came in with hundreds, we won’t let nobody touch then
They know that I'm a star, I can be a real gem
This is the mood tonight, we're gonna feel alright
The lights are so bright, there's no one in sight
The drip I got is glistening, I hope that you are listening
I hang around the global stars, and drive all these fancy cars
I know it's so generic, but my lifestyle is numeric
Switching up my style, this been going for a while, yeah
I can get the fire burning, all you punks should keep on learning
It's a Saturday, I'm earning, just like that, the table's turning
My old crew, they want be back, flex on them with my new plaque
All the time, I get a stack, I do a show, and make a rack
It's my turn to let it burn, live the life I truly yearn
All this money I make plenty, some for me and some for Kenny
I know that you're brokenhearted, but you never even started
Like I'd ever think you’re clever, I know I'll be rich forever

[Chorus: Kenny Mgee]
Tracks, plaques, money, stacks
Sitting back here and I'm supposed to relax, 'cause
Stacks, tracks, money, plaques
Got all 'em other, other motherfucking racks
I got the tracks, got the plaques, got the money, got the stacks
Got it all, and I'm supposed to relax
Got the stacks, got the tracks, got the money, got the plaques
Got it all, and I'm supposed to relax, ay