Nechie - Stackin It lyrics

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Nechie - Stackin It lyrics

[Intro] Wheezy outta here Run that back, Turbo Yeah [Chorus: Gunna] I'm wreckin' it Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant) Poor high-class ni**a, ain't average (Nah) Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn) Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque) Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr) My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees) [Post-Chorus: Gunna] My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah) Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four) Sky-dweller look like a trophy And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep) Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris (Nah) Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah) Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah) [Verse 1: Gunna] I'm back in it (Back in it) Me and Young Nechie is back in it (Back in it) Straight off the beat, Gunna rappin' it (Rappin' it) Used to have bands and they cappin' it (Yeah) Stars in the ceiling, they galaxy (Stars) b*tches with different nationalities (Woah) You fu*k ni**as 'cause a commodity Shoot him up, leave his body on [?] (Huh) Wasn't the type to be born in that life But still got me some stripes like a referee (Referee) I was still holdin' on but they thought I was off When I took that lil' loss, they weren't there for me (Weren't there for me) I bossed up myself and I bossed up my ni**as (Boss) Now look at they ice (Ice), it got clarity (Ice) I was broke as a b*tch but I went and got rich (Yeah, yeah) Now my kids gon' have Ms, they inherit it (Inherit it) Finesse (Finesse), ain't breaking no sweat I went got a check and I married it (Check) Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm flexin' the best (Oh, yes) My Bugatti broad, she got glass in it I'm mixin' this Wock', I'm sippin' this TEC They came straight from Indianapolis I land in D.C. and pull up at Bliss Then pick up a backend in Maryland [Chorus: Gunna] I'm wreckin' it Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant) Poor high-class ni**a, ain't average (Nah) Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn) Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque) Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr) My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees) [Post-Chorus: Gunna] My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah) Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four) Sky-dweller look like a trophy And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep) Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris (Nah) Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah) Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah) [Verse 2: Nechie] b*tch, I'm a big star (Yeah) .30 loaded, I'ma big [?] (Yeah, yeah) Flawless my diamonds, my wristwatch (Yeah) I might pull on 'em with twin rods, oh yeah I'll knock 'em off if you get in the street Teach a ni**a just for playin' with me (Yeah) Ain't no cappin' it Stackin' my money, I'm trappin' it I bought that b*tch body, b*tch, I'm a king like big [?] Your b*tch a fiend, yeah, she dig [?] I gave her dick, she a dick junky That's a fool, switcheroo Runnin' your mouth just like b*tches do Hop out with sticks, ni**a, peek-a-boo Cut him like motherfu*kin' scissors do Put that boy right in the blender Catch your b*tch and just watch how I bend her Don't do the dates and the dinner, boo I give you something to remember, boo I slide my dick [?] b*tch, I'm a savage, animal Your b*tch eat dick, she a cannibal Nechie, Nechie, so [?], bet you havin' it [Chorus: Gunna] I'm wreckin' it Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant) Poor high-class ni**a, ain't average (Nah) Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn) Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque) Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr) My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees) [Post-Chorus: Gunna] My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah) Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four) Sky-dweller look like a trophy And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep) Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris (Nah) Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah) Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)

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