STASH

[Hook: TXNSHI]
Everyday I'm feelin' like I'm M.I.A
My mind is off the meter, motion pictures
Contemplatin' how she tried to take the cash
Blacked out balaclava
She knew ‘bout the hidden stash
Wait, hold up
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more

[Verse 1: CGB]
Whip around the town and tell the driver
I don’t care about the Uber surge pricing
We goin’ XL, we supеr sizing
Double XL, she wan’ super sizе it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling
Ya, dawg I’ve been tryna eat
Hungry, I’m picking my teeth
I was raised up on the street
Daddy left when I was 3
Since he dipped, it’s been beef
Momma moved us to Orléans
But we came from OB
I had to put all my cash in
Skipped on some seasons of fashion
Had to focus on my passion
Then that shit really paid off
Now I’m in that Off-White shit
Got Givenchy in my outfit
Got inspired from Rodeo
Homie, I really bossed up
Man, enough is enough
I’ve been praying, it ain’t luck
I been workin’ like a dog
I been workin’ like a dog
I been grindin’ like the plug
I been grindin’ like the plug
I been grindin’ like the plug

[Hook: TXNSHI]
Everyday I'm feelin' like I'm M.I.A
My mind is off the meter, motion pictures
Contemplatin' how she tried to take the cash
Blacked out balaclava
She knew ‘bout the hidden stash
Wait, hold up
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more
I got some more

[Verse 2: CGB]
I got so much shit I gotta catch up on
Lil bitch, get ya step on
Lil bitch, get to stepping
Lil bitch in Stilletos
You got me wrong, I’m the best one
Yeah, I’m better than ya last one
Yeah, I’m better than ya next one
Mothafucka, I’m the best one
Yo yo
I cop a bag straight straight from Louis
All of you opps lookin’ goofy
My homie, he ride with the Gucci
Don’t mess with his boys
Cause they ride with the toolie
Bumpin’ that B.I.G. Juicy
Just hit up Popeyes then dip with a 2-piece
Album be droppin’, you fakes lookin’ goofy
I been smokin’ on the boofy, yeah
I just been smokin’ that shit
I just been fuckin’ that bitch
Said that I went and switched
Nah you got it twisted, been with the shits
But I’m smart, I keep it lowkey n shit
My circle is small, but we strong
Pay my family from my songs
Pray I’m never doing wrong
Pray my money gettin’ long
I pray the feds don’t catch me
Prayin’ my opps don’t blast me
Cause I got my past in the backstreet
I moved them packs out the backseat
Movin’ the packs like an athlete
No Uber man, I had to taxi
Mix A.P.C. with the Acne
I got my girl and she ride with her daddy
I gotta get all my shit straight
Makin’ money like I’m Mitch, man
I’ve been workin’ on my shit, man
I’ve been grindin’ since my mixtapes
I’ve been workin’ on my shit, man
I ain’t never talking shit, man