Luyện nghe bài hát Stack On My Belt

Self-Made niggas man, you already
I remember we use to watch the dry
Now a nigga crib gotta a boat
MMG nigga, high tide sellers
D.C. air-force, are better, you already know nigga
All gold sky-dwellers, fly nigga
Bel Air sippin', Ciroc pissin', foreign car
Young black millionaires nigga, we the empires

I spend a on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the out the project
Spend a on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking
A half a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who
Spend a on my belt, as if you think I was flogging
Spend a on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I your deposits
on the belt, double M this shit popping

Spend a stack on my belt, got bitches asking my
Spend a stack on the belt, she like how we came
Double R all in the front, ya'll niggas in your lane
a stack on my belt, don't even ask 'bout the change
Spend a stack on the belt, I knew she a wife
Spend a stack on the belt, cause my fooleys on
Spend a stack on the belt, I got bitch on my mind
The is mine

I a stack on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking
A half a mill on the car, for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was
Spend a stack on my belt, and you could see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew deposits
Stack on the belt, double M this shit

Spend a stack on my belt, better these rappers to chill
Hold up that's Earlesman, more H and I be trap ass for real
And I got mosquino, ya that R.I.P. flow, here go
That type of freak show, with three shows that we need no more help
That Givenchy go for three, me Rozay and the clique
I make bitches suck on Cs, you make them suck on there teeth, let's get it
Ralph, Klauph, meow, bounce, we hit, at LIV, your bitch, her mouth
on the belt, just know that's nothing to me
My soldiers in the 'ville, you WWE
Of we CM punks faking, but we leave them slump shaking
Don't believe your cane stories, I leave ya'll undertaking
A stack on my belt, 250 my
Went from renting mother-fuckers to owning 4 with no miles
I pray my souls is in tact, in the bulk of my rhyme
And I hit that heat game I'm this close to LeBron
I'm

I spend a on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are
A a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was
a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your
Stack on the belt, double M shit popping

I'm burning the back, I'm swerving
I Versace my belt, I done Hermes my
Got a around my waist, keep my bitch on the leash
She goin' eat head up, on this dick she goin' feast
Time fuck with the pleats, my is packed
Red hoes in my stable, ya my is bad
She spent a stack on my belt, now she me father
Stingray Balenciagas giving mollies to
I these strippers, Giuseppe's with zippers
Playing with the whole slab, started with niggas
Rose on my wrist, rose gold on my shades
Spend a stack on my belt, 100 on my face

Spend a stack on my belt, so I stunt when I shine
Get the mac off the shelf, keep these in line
Spend a on my belt, 10 at the bar
a mill on a whip, serving niggas that raw
Spend a on the belt, Versace my kind
Put 5 on his life, put 5 in his
Spend a stack on the belt, we the real niggas
Plaques on the wall, to kill niggas

on the belt, ho
on the belt, ho
Spend a on the belt, ho
Gotta stack for the freak show, all I is a ...
Double M, boy