Smackdown Beats - Visions (prod. Smackdown Beats) lyrics

[Hook] Yeah I'm trynna stack up on this yayo I'm trynna stack up on these pesos I'm trynna just f** on the sofa All day, like where did the day go? One day Imma buy me a whip f** a b**h, skrt, and then dip And when I'm ready I'll find me a baddie With a fatty and never lose grip [Verse 1] I run in the field with some cleats Shawty love cathin' the skeet I f** her in sync to the ba** Lose all of the strength in my knees Run up on me, n***a please What's brackin' you know that I bleed If she bad, I might let her have it Shawty a freak in the sheets Mid-August I'm countin' the cake She thirsty, I give her a taste Y'all mad that a young n***a eatin Never too much on my plate Never too much in my face Never too much up for stake As soon as the bullet go off I'm runnin' the track like Usain First thing in the morning we fly out to Cali Master the green, I ain't talkin' the Yoda Countin' the views I go tally for tally Get back to the smokin', you smell the aroma? I want some titties to stare at forever and ever and ever And never lose focus Record that b**h jumpin' and jumpin' and jumpin' and jumpin' for me run it back in slow motion [Hook] Yeah I'm trynna stack up on this yayo I'm trynna stack up on these pesos I'm trynna just f** on the sofa All day, like where did the day go? One day Imma buy me a whip f** a b**h, skrt, and then dip And when I'm ready I'll find me a baddie With a fatty and never lose grip [Verse 2] If she bad, I might catch a body In the telly, can't get pa**ed the lobby She droolin' all over my draws On the calvins and maybe the tommys Fuego s** now she callin' me papi Gra** cut don't f** with no snake f**in' hoes is a hell of a hobby I call the shots, you n***as gon' chase My b**h never lackin' the shape Slim thick, hour gla** in the waist She been riding this dick now for days No rush baby stay at your pace p**y out of this world like a martian See my sword, now she call me a spartan Quiero una mala latina Don't south, bet she play for the Marlins I'm trynna stack up on this yayo I'm trynna stack up on these pesos I'm trynna be richer than lavish I'm trynna blow gas with Diego I'm trynna just double my pay roll I'm trynna blow stacks on a bagel If y'all are just lookin' for something thats sick My n***a well my sh** is fatal [Hook] Yeah I'm trynna stack up on this yayo I'm trynna stack up on these pesos I'm trynna just f** on the sofa All day, like where did the day go? One day Imma buy me a whip f** a b**h, skrt, and then dip And when I'm ready I'll find me a baddie With a fatty and never lose grip