Tee Grizzley - Careless lyrics

[Intro: YNW Melly & Tee Grizzley] Yeah-yeah, YNW Young Grizzley World Slatt, suwoop (Suwoop), slatt Yeah, yeah Slatt [Chorus: Tee Grizzley & YNW Melly] Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Stack) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Racks, racks) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Racks) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Racks, racks) Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks (Racks, racks) Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that (Stacks, stacks) [Post-Chorus: YNW Melly] He gon’ make me spend them bands on you (Yeah) They gon’ make me spend them bands on them (Yeah) Please don’t make me spend them bands on you (Yeah) That .40 on our waist and wе ready to shoot [Verse 1: YNW Melly] Hundred-round on the Draco and a fifty-round on thе carbon .22 clip in the Kel-Tec, fu*k bygones or pardons Got a snubnose and a shotty (Shotty), ni**a move wrong, get bodied (Bodied) Seventeen shots in the Glock 17, aim right where you heart is (Heart is) Four-hundred hollows in the HK, get a ni**a whacked (Get a ni**a whacked) Draco spit .223’s, how did it fu*k around and cause a earthquake? Heard his organs spilled, ni**a hit him up in the worst way (Worst way) I crashed quicker than my second week out of jail in the white Merce’s (Merce’s) Uh, spin the block with a Glock, do you spin again? Shoot the b*tch, set ’em off, we ain’t settin’ trends [Chorus: Tee Grizzley] Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Oh yeah) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Oh yeah) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Oh yeah) Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Yeah) Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks (Yeah) Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that (Yeah) [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley] Woke up in a whole ‘nother bag (Which one?) Neck cost a dog food slab (Whole crib) Don’t do beef on the net (Nah) I don’t talk bags on the jack (Nah) Get home with the racks and add to the stash Twelve-dollar kush, pull up to the trap Is the club computer-friendly? (Why?) Bro tryna get in with the MAC (Grrra) We gon’ stack, stack, stack, ni**a (Stack, stack, stack, stack) We could go rack for rack for rack, ni**a (Rack for rack for rack for rack) We don’t make rap-cap hits (No) Bro really gon’ splat your sh*t (Fye-fye) Real hundreds, no catfish, b*tch (No catfish) Big bags got the trap lit, b*tch (Got the trap lit) Starin’ at the sky (Starin’ at the sky), not the clouds, the watch (Skydweller) Talk loud, get dropped (There he go) Baow-baow, goodbye (He out of here) Skelly made by Audemars (Audemars) Bust down keep me out of the dark (Out the dark) My ni**as look just like humans (Like humans) Don’t be fooled, we sharks (Baow) [Chorus: Tee Grizzley] Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that [Post-Chorus: YNW Melly] He gon’ make me spend them bands on you They gon’ make me spend them bands on them Please don’t make me spend them bands on you That .40 on our waist and we ready to shoot