Stressin

[Intro]
(Rari)
(Yung Rari, Yung Rari)

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
Ayy, 'bout that money, I ain't stressin' (Uh, uh-uh)
Know I'ma get that dope and stretch it (Uh-uh)
I'ma go and buy a necklace, fill that bitch with VVS's
I'm tied up, my whole day too messy
You blowed yo' money, now you stressin' (Uh)
I'm really plugged in with them Mexicans
Plugged in with Mexicans, got me flexin'

[Verse 1: Bobby Fishscale]
I got the sauce, I got the dressing
Designer fashion how I'm dressing
I don't need no steppers, does the stepping
I use the screwdriver for a weapon
Ayy, stab a nigga ass with a motherfuckin' screwdriver
Pull that nigga teeth out with a pair of grip pliers
Y'all I be getting money, but your clique can't see how
I really grew up in the motherfuckin' D house
I made it out the crew and they really don't see how
My whole body lit, everything LED now
High definition diamonds all over my body
The way I'm going up, ain't no way they can stop me
I got hoes in the UK wanna fuck Bobby
Playin' with my pockets, had to hit 'em with the pocket rocket
If it ain't about the money, then I don't know nothin' 'bout it
If you ain't gettin' to the money, don't want you no where around me

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
Ayy, 'bout that money, I ain't stressin' (Uh, uh-uh)
Know I'ma get that dope and stretch it (Uh-uh)
I'ma go and buy a necklace, fill that bitch with VVS's
I'm tied up, my whole day too messy
You blowed yo' money, now you stressin' (Uh)
I'm really plugged in with them Mexicans
Plugged in with Mexicans, got me flexin'

[Verse 2: Peso Peso]
Fiends in and out the spot, bitch, I got it T'd up (T'd up)
My smoker tweakin' and he sweepin' out the kitchen geeked up (Geeked up)
I threw the nickel at him 'cause he only gave me three bucks (Three bucks)
But that was then, now the bricks moving with my feet up (Feet up)
Your trap ain't boomin' if you servin' it until the lease up (The lease up)
How sip so many lows when this fuckin' weed sucks? (For sure)
Nobody never wants to front you 'cause you take three months (What's up, nigga?)
While I'm servin', got my shooter in the corners geeked up (Geek, geek)
Diamonds wrapped around my wrist while I'm scraping out the pot (Ayy)
I be trappin' like a bitch, moving chickens out the spot (Ayy, ayy-ayy)
My trap is rolling forgiatos, fully auto on my Glock (Bah)
Chop off his head right on camera if he talking to the cops (Let's go)
And then I launch it on the 'net, I'm calling shots 'cause I'm a vet (Vet)
I'm on the other side, slime watch me hop out with a TEC (For real)
Lil' homie acting like he tough, nigga, you is not a threat (What else?)
They beef with me, they either dead or they walking with a vest

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
Ayy, 'bout that money, I ain't stressin' (Uh, uh-uh)
Know I'ma get that dope and stretch it (Uh-uh)
I'ma go and buy a necklace, fill that bitch with VVS's
I'm tied up, my whole day too messy
You blowed yo' money, now you stressin' (Uh)
I'm really plugged in with them Mexicans
Plugged in with Mexicans, got me flexin'