$tacks (feat. Chris The Jit)

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King June

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Beatsbyjune   Say June
Yea... Yea...
Bih lil bih bih
Yea... it's nothing... F*ck em bih
Yea Yea Yea

I'm running I'm running I'm running my stacks up steady running my cash up
And if it's a go I tell my niggas load up them choppers and go put that mask up
Steady running from 12 jumping the fence by the pair I'm like why them people trying to track us
I got no time for a hoe only bitch I got time for is face down with that ass up ok
She give me diploma
The drop to the coupe is insane it don't got a brain she know that I own it
Smoking cookie you can smell the aroma packs coming in across the water oyster
You think it's a game for that stain and I'm on ya
I promise that you don't want to feel the pneumonia
Next thing you know his body off in the river he snorkeling

Pouring that muddy stuff all in that double cup
I'm in the lead and you niggas some runner ups
I'm in your town it ain't big for the both of us
Imma keep shooting until it's just one of us
Why is your bitch on the floor trying to back it up
If she ain't fucking I till her to pack it up
If she a eater I might go and buy her something Louis that Fendi and Gucci that Prada stuff
Making a play by the day
I'm in this bitch with the gang
It's suddenly starting to rain
I gave you too many chances I said I ain't have it you said I was fake
It ain't no way I'm flyer than Rudolph that mean imma slay
Open face six with the fangs it ain't a game
Racing to the money like I'm Usain brand new set came yesterday
Counting these riggidy racks
We got your bitch in the cut if she ain't trying to f*ck then I'm sending her back
Purple thoughts on me I'm sipping on act
Yellow bone on me I hit from the back
Ain't no way imma die if I don't have my strap
Don't play with them bricks got white on my lap
Don't play with them sticks it's hella bodies on the dirty gat
I go Goku with that bigger flow
Selling you Dreams with a kiss and a mistletoe
Special beam on the canon like I'm Piccolo my pockets be criping so bitch come and pick a loc
Seven double O for the clothes like James Bond
And Rest In Peace that nigga James Bond
Fucking your bitch in this hoodie like Trayvon
Blowing up on these f*ck niggas like napalm

I'm running I'm running I'm running my stacks up steady running my cash up
And if it's a go I tell my niggas load up them choppers and go put that mask up
Steady running from 12 jumping the fence by the pair I'm like why them people trying to track us
I got no time for a hoe only bitch I got time for is face down with that ass up ok
She give me diploma
The drop to the coupe is insane it don't got a brain she know that I own it
Smoking cookie you can smell the aroma packs coming in across the water oyster
You think it's a game for that stain and I'm on ya
I promise that you don't want to feel the pneumonia
Next thing you know his body off in the river he snorkeling

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