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Stack
W trasie
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Utwór Stack został wydany 9 października 2026 przez Bern One Entertainment jako część albumu Sitting Bull
9 października 2026
WytwórniaBern One Entertainment
JęzykEnglish
BPM75
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

(Damn, damn)
Profit and pain, Sitting Bull, let it stack
[Chorus: Berner]
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
[Verse 1: Berner]
GDP, Bubba Kush, Cherry Pie, OG Kush
Had the Cookies in the weight what a crazy-ass look
I land at eight in the H, can you pick me up from Bush?
Hella money in the telly, told the cleaning lady 'push'
We flip work like I'm whippin' on the wok
From a spot to a yacht to a whole city block
From a Southwest flight with a QP in my sock
To a cargo plane with a metric ton, don't stop
I be lost in the morning when I'm tryna pick a watch
Smell like weed on my flight, that's why they tryna kick me off
I let it stack, run it back and bless the homies with half
Put the shit on the map, ain't no holdin' me back
[Chorus: Berner]
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
[Verse 2: Berner]
Good weed and dirty cash
A whole thirty in the mag, I've been up north ballin'
Ballin' with the homies persian hash in the drop-top rag
Ridin' dirty without tags on the way to Fort Bragg
I bet I'm leavin' with some bags
When I slide down south, I grab everything I have
Garlic noodles with the crab, new cameras for the pad
And I've been stackin' money like it's never comin' back
I wasn't happy with the order, had to send it all back
At the stop light, chillin' with the chopper on my lap
Lookin' in the mirrors, paranoid I'm spillin white ash just plottin'
Damn, time flyin' fast
Ain't nothin' like a fire-ass bag
[Chorus: Berner]
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
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