Bgokrazzyy & Ados - Make It Stack

Gang gang
Ok cool they wanna diss
Then we gone get em
Hop out tell lil bro to stretch him
Niggas hoes I had to tell me
I got racks up in my denim
My niggas they dogs up in the kenal
Bullets rippin through his mental
Got designer on
But I don't give a fuck I'll still stretch him
Racks gone make her dance like
Should I make it stack or make it clap
Niggas try to play back then
But now I ain't going for that
Like should I make it clap
Like draco to his back
Like heard you got a vest
Like bullets gonna rip through that
My niggas done fell in love with the trap that's all they know
How they wrong for that
I sip on lean i just relax
I'm moving slow off the yack
Don't make a diss
Or you'll get clapped
I know she love the way I stack
Tip toe
Mater a fact pep hole
Put the draco to that nigga
Mouth tell that boy to keep low
Dropped my chain
Gonna think it snowed
I'm from da o gotta different flow
Ten on Ten they know they glow
You diss the gang get put in a bio
We shoot shit up like g.i. joe
We stand on shit like fee-fi-fo
Yo brother dead and you ain't spin
My nigga what the fuck
You rapping for Like what's the word let me know I'll hop out go I'll up the score
Fuck it bro just bust that pole
Fuck it bro just up the score
Ya this bitch so bad built like a Barbie
Check out my new carti
Ya the whip go fast do the dash
Ride me like a Harley
I just told bro roll him up
Smoke more gas then bob marley
Ya I got my Glock inside this party
Seen a opp he sorry
Ya don't roll that swisher I don't
Want that shit
Seen a opp he trip
Ya the glock came with a switch
Banana clip I rip Double cup I love to sip
Can't send yo bitch a Lyft
She to busy sucking dick
Nascar Fucking on bad broads
I get money cash raw
I got thousands in my pocket
Fuck I look like lackin
My lil homie clap him
This lil bitch be cappin
But her ass be clapping
Yo who the fuck is this
On foe nem grave nigga fuck the two
Bet wait till Niggas catch you
O o ok cool they wanna diss then we
Gonna get em
Hop out Tell lil bro to stretch him
Niggas hoes I had to tell em
I got racks up in my denim
My niggas they dogs up in da kenal
Bullets rippin through his mental
Got designer on
But I don't give a fuck I'll still Stretch em
But I don't give a fuck I'll still Stretch em
But I don't give a fuck I'll still Stretch em

Written by:
Abdoulie Jahateh, Belal Jahateh

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