prod. swaggaholix

lyrics:

im sipping codeine like it's coca-cola
imma take my glock and hit him right in his shoulda'
imma take my spot and leave him right in a coma
i don't even know why i just be a fucking souljah
imma ta- imma take my glock and hit him right in his shoulda'
imma take my spot and leave him right in a coma
i don't even know why i just be a fucking souljah

im sipping codeine like it's coca-cola
imma take my glock and hit him right in his shoulda'
imma take my spot and leave him right in a coma
i don't even know why i just be a fucking souljah
so many ladies with me they call me casanova
fakes all running they mouth, saying this, that, and the other
had to end him, had a wire he was undercova'
might run him over like drake and josh did to oprah
me and my ice we shine so bright like supernova
i got dirty money hidden inside of my sofa
i just might call your girl and tell her to come drive over
we smoking loud, rolling round in a range rover
never ever sober, i'm the world's biggest stoner
i'm laughing through the pain like i'm the motherfucking joker
i might just have to poke her, and then i'll make her throat hurt
just remember one bullet it's over (yah)

casanova (swaggaholix)

casanova - alt mix (swaggaholix)

prod. jane cocaine and mikejam!

lyrics:

kustomize:
i get 2 the money, it ain’t really nuthin
bitch I got the swag yeah, you can catch me stuntin
you can see me ballin out yeah, in my jumpman
when I pull up to the spot don’t you get to running
i like coutin money, drugs got me feelin funny
smoking on some wax i just ate a shroom gummy
i don’t trust nobody, u don’t really love me
don’t try to dap me yea bitch don’t fuckin touch me
b-bitch I like to rap, all I speak is facts
i got what you need HMU I got packs
chillin with my bro i’m posted up with stackss
double r c yeah we really bout them racks
hit you with a combo, you should check my stats
i can’t fw lame shit i’m not doing that

stackss:
chopper break you apart like a kit kat
growing weed plants posted up at the fuckin trap
need to hear about bands if we gonna chat
they runnin 'round wondering how stackss did that
we gunning up your pad, ain't got time for plans
and yo bitch hit me back cuz she know im bad
it's so fucking sad, that you bitches mad
it don't matter how i got these racks i'm glad
you dickriders always hopping on my swag
wasting your time man, you are just a fad
never ever gonna have what i have
never ever gonna have the stash full of cash
steady smoking on the top, top shelf grass
you're dumb, i can tell you was skipping class
you ain't in first homie you are dead last
hoes worship me, they coming en masse
we hitting bong rips, exotic gas
at this rate i'm past stoned, i'm smashed

posted up feat. kustomize (jane cocaine and mikejam!)

prod. swaggaholix

lyrics:
packs too damn clean, like they came gift-wrapped
and you know stackss gonna keep it fucking strapped
seasons change slow, but the guap move real fast
i glow so bright, you know i got 'em real mad
i don’t chase no clout, yeah i just chase that bag
just like ugly mane ain't no slack in my mack
don't you play around cuz you gon get toe tagged
you a lil fish, ain't gonna get my contacts
popped a hydro and smoked two blunts im smashed
we gon steal all your shit yeah it's getting jacked
spot hot, bullets flew, can't believe i'm intact
red dot pop your forehead, your brain's going splat

ah, ah, moving packs
ah, ah, in the trap

i'm understanding shit you could never grasp
me and gang we smoking the room out, bitch we gassed
grasping my tool, my strap, yeah my fuckin gat
disrespect me or gang, you get thrown in the trash
with a pretty hoe, ass fat, she gonna smash
bitch i'm just trying to take a chance, find my path
i can tell you never really had to do that
in the meanwhile imma be moving packs

packs too damn clean, like they came gift-wrapped
and you know stackss gonna keep it fucking strapped
seasons change slow, but the guap move real fast
i glow so bright, you know i got 'em real mad

ah, ah, moving packs
ah, ah, in the trap

movin packss (swaggaholix)

prod. nekit6ix

lyrics:
dirty in my cup, clean on the fit
my phone jumpin, we scheming in this bih
got so many racks in my jeans, the seam might split
feds on the lookout, bitch be quiet, shh
money so good i'll never quit, just sold a pack and ten mo' fucking zips
digits in my bank account, bands in my pocket
tint won't matter cuz my gun look like a rocket
i got two dracos with me hoe i'm guarded
i got five stars like gta, i'm wanted
never gon do this as good as me, just stop it
caught so many bodies i just might be haunted

i got two bricks with me, cuz these hoes need their blow
they askin stackss how he did that, ioneven know
im finding so many ways to get to this dough
bitch im gonna trap today into tomorr-
tra-trap today into tomorrow

my wrist so pro, yeah that shit glows
up em' with the stick, yeah he fuckin froze
real rare clique you don't run with my bro's
talkin that shit but you won't pull up hoe

dirty in my cup, clean on the fit
my phone jumpin, we scheming in this bih
got so many racks in my jeans, the seam might split
feds on the lookout, bitch be quiet, shh
yeah bitch be quiet, shh
yeah bitch be quiet, shh

be quiet (nekit6ix)

new 2 dis
just havin fun
#stacksstacksstacks
#realrareclique
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