Stacks

Ima whip the stacks up

I'm about to act up

All my **** bags stuffed

If you with it act up

If You know Benji, hands up

Icy with it, glassed up

Coming with the facts yea

I ain't pressed, relax yea

Eat ya Apple Jacks bruh

You gon' pay me tax, uh

Cause You been gettin' gassed up

Get the body bag uh

Sitting high

Looking low

I'm the fucking master

Let me get a congregation

I'm a sinning pastor

You would never see me at a red light

My diamonds shining on me like a flash light

Cause none of you **** I follow

& None of you **** could follow

I'm only breaking bread with my day ones

& Don't be calling me if you ain't one

Cause no new friends the motto

Cause none of you **** could follow

How's it going nice to meet ya

I think you like me cause I'm sweet, yeah

But please no holding onto me no, uh

Cause I ain't nothing you can keep, no

Ain't gon' be wasting my time

Cause I'm in the front of the line

& You see my name on the signs

You know I stay on my grind

You know I'm crazy bout mine

Cause all of my figures is fine

If you wonder why **** is mad

It's cause I been stealing they bags

Ima whip the stacks up

I'm a bout to act up

All my **** bags stuffed

If you with it act up

If You know Benji, hands up

Icy with it, glassed up

Coming with the facts yea

I ain't pressed, relax yea

Only **** eating with me is the gang

And yeah I got the recipe to make it

I ain't never lallygagging at the bank

Cause your monopoly, Ima take it

On my momma let the commas heal the pain

I ain't got time to play games

Me and you **** ain't the same

Cause, no new **** I follow