Stack Up - Lotto Savage, YFN Lucci

You know what I’m sayin', trappin' house hot man, you know what the fuck we

doin' man

We be in this motherfuckin' house mid-trappin', know what I’m sayin'

You from the hood man, you now how we doin' the brick man

Sticks and shit, dracos on that

Motherfuckin' thirty hangin' out our pocket, bankrolls everywhere

Chain glistening, you know what the fuck goin' on

Traphouse, beat it out

Pack in, ship 'em out

The plug just dropped off them bales, yeah

We put that fish on the scale

Stackin' this money and gettin' this paper

And I swear I ain’t takin' no L

Sellin' these bales, I do this shit very well

And I know it ain’t hard to tell

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Check, flex, bitch I’m fly as a jet

I will die 'bout my respect

Fully loaded, you know I keep a TEC

My OG say Lotto run up you a check

Flex on these niggas and show 'em you next

It was times I had to jugg and finesse

Now I’m trappin', makin' plays on the jet

I got three traphouses, they goin', uh-huh

My money keep flowin'

Trapped your whole house out, now I’m in the foreign

Fucked on three bitches and all 'em were foreign

We rollin' up grams, we call 'em Fruity Pebbles

Keep the burner so they call me a rebel

Cross on the level, take me from the devil

'Cause I’m in the trenches trappin' forever

Traphouse, beat it out

Pack in, ship 'em out

The plug just dropped off them bales, yeah

We put that fish on the scale

Stackin' this money and gettin' this paper

And I swear I ain’t takin' no L

Sellin' these bales, I do this shit very well

And I know it ain’t hard to tell

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, yeah

Better know a young nigga like me got now, fuck who got next

Right now I got a quarter milly on my neck, yeah, uh

And I ain’t payin' for no sex, yeah, bitch gon' rep the set

Nah I ain’t wifing no bitch, yeah

Whole lot of ice on my shit, yeah

Run down on whoever with it, ayy

Then go beat the trap like a pimp do a trick

Huggin' that block how I might do my bitch

Pocket knotted up like it got a cyst

Fuck her and her sis, know we count the lick

Know we handle shit, uh

Traphouse, beat it out

Pack in, ship 'em out

The plug just dropped off them bales, yeah

We put that fish on the scale

Stackin' this money and gettin' this paper

And I swear I ain’t takin' no L

Sellin' these bales, I do this shit very well

And I know it ain’t hard to tell

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

Run up a check, stack up the chip

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