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2K Stacka Dolla (feat. PaperDrank)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
2K Stacka Dolla (feat. PaperDrank) was released on October 23, 2024 by PlayMakin' Ent as a part of the album Midwest Bucks
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Release DateOctober 23, 2024
LabelPlayMakin' Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armondo Campbell
Armondo Campbell
Songwriter
Jeffery Smith
Jeffery Smith
Songwriter
Deandre Arnold
Deandre Arnold
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drizi Dre
Drizi Dre
Producer

Lyrics

I'm the ****, and I'm back again
Swervin' through the traffic gettin drunk off gin
That's the fifth red light, I done ran tonight
When the police pulled me over, they said, boy, is you alright
I said, no, they said, you know you're goin' to jail
I said, so, I make bail, then I'm back to the store
Oh, I'm Fat Tone, oh, I'm Fat Tone
Ohhh, Ohh, I'm O G
I'm the ****, yeah, they know that
Bitch, I'm picture-perfect, but I'll flash like a Kodak
Yeah, the opps be talkin' crazy, but they get stepped on like a door mat
And get me pissed off for real, he get your block clean like Ajax
My name is like a cracked iPhone, it send no cases
I think I need therapy, all I see is dead faces
**** rap about plugs, but dead, broke, hatin
Bucks ain't never shot his, what, there y'all go fakin
Be bool for they pick one of y'all up off the pavement
We know y'all ain't built Ford Tough, so, y'all gon' make statements
Thinkin' bout touchin' me, you gon' be famous across the nation
This ain't no demo tape, but I'll put down a demonstration
Bucks, did you get robbed? I said, no
Either me or him, I had to blow
Was the run, made bail, it's on the flow
Oh, you ain't know? Bitch, I'm free
Bucks, please tell the opps, get off yo dick
The way they pillow talkin' really on some ho shit
I don't know why they put they trust in a freak bitch
Like they ain't gon' tell the streets when you deep in
TLC with PLR's, bitch, we creepin
All that dissin' get you buried by next weekend
You tryna jump in with the sharks, Put your feet in
Let my success talk, but I really want revenge
You ain't never hit a lick, ain't comin' from a dice game
I just did me until I found the right lane
When the suckers rob me, I swear my life changed
I can tell you what it cost and when the price changed
My melanin shine brighter than a ice chain
Caught his ass in traffic, killed him when the light changed
My **** Bucks in Georgia sent them on a night train
If you let him sit too long, the color might change
I'm in the stand servin' fans at a Rice game
Had to cuff them blue pants, cause they might stain
You **** know for switchin' teams, call him Mike James
Always been original, y'all known the bite things
Ran my money up overnight, it entice things
Had me sittin' floor seats at the fight, mane
You at home with your bitch like money tight, mane
Then she hit me with the text like, stay the night, gang
OG
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Written by: Armondo Campbell, Deandre Arnold, Jeffery Smith
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