Yae Prod - Digital Stacks (feat. Your Stepdad)

(Grrt, Grrt)
(Oh My God, Yae Prod!)
Yeah, Come up rich, they show hella hate
I am a homie of fate, So what happened to you, that's just your fate
You gotta spend a lil' bread to get fate (Huh)
That shit feel a lil' fake, Hero to bitches, so I can't wear a cape
I'm not a hero, save niggas all different races (Grrt)
Cheesecake, cheesecake, for the cheesecake he'll throw out a statement
I'm goin' up cause I don't gotta fake it
My dick goin' up cause your bitch gettin naked
No cap, no cap
Shorty throwin' it back cause she know I'ma make it
Digital stacks, no you can't face it
Digital stacks, no you can't face it
Masked up blacks, no they're not Jason
Master the act, that's how you get placements
Sippin' that act, I see demonic faces
Shorty know I'm turnt, but she leave me based
Yeah, digital stacks, cannot face it
(Ooh, aye)
Yeah, digital stacks, cannot chase
Digital trappers don't even gotta fake it
Hittin' some plays where I stay in, it's vacant I'm livin' by faith, so it's no way to fake it
I'm geeked off the wock, so I'm seeing evil faces
These niggas be lame, tryna brag and' It's basic
I'm runnin' up laps in the trap daily
I'm in my bag right now, it's crazy
Portable trap, so I'm touchin' all bases
Euro the bitch, so the lay-up outrageous
Niggas ain't matchin' my ego, I'm fast like torpedoes
Blowin' through money, my life is a cheat code
Switchin' the server, this beat, I would murder
You niggas unheard of, I'm showin' you no love
Try to keep it cool, cause I came with a burner
Quick with the trigger, so bitch don't show off
I let this bitch get the kickin' like shonuff (Huh, huh)
Like shonuff, I let this bitch get the kickin'
Like a matte black SRT, D-10s can't see, huh
Like who is he? No truancy
We drivin' in elite when you ridin' with me
Nice kick, hit the drifts with ease
Ayy, LVL LoserHill
Shit, nice kick, hit the drifts with ease
Yeah, come up rich, they show hella hate, I am a homie of fate
So what happened to you, that's just your fate
You gotta spend a lil' bread to get fate (Huh)
That shit feel a lil' fake, Hero to bitches, so I can't wear a cape
I'm not a hero, save niggas all different races (Grrt)
Cheesecake, cheesecake, for the cheesecake he'll throw out a statement
I'm goin' up cause I don't gotta fake it
My dick goin' up cause your bitch gettin naked
No cap, no cap
Shorty throwin' it back cause she know I'ma make it
Digital stacks, no you can't face its
Digital stacks, no you can't face it

Written by:
Donayae Weaver

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