Luyện nghe bài hát Stack On My Belt

Self-Made niggas man, you know
I we use to watch the coke dry
Now a nigga crib gotta a boat
MMG navy nigga, high 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 millionaires nigga, we build the empires

I spend a on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, 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 stack on my belt, and you could still see my
a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposits
Stack on the belt, M this shit popping

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

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

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

I a stack 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 a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was
Spend a on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your
on the belt, double M this shit popping

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

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

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