stackobag - Rated E

It's Striker!
I want him to think I was listening to a cool song
Everybody can get hit up, man this Glock is rated E
I been gettin' to the bread, now everybody wants a piece
He been real real cocky ever since he got a heat
Make the Drac' go boom, no more opps, I guarantee
Everybody in my business, had to make my own lane
I don't take rappin' serious, but I might go insane
That 45 got some bullets, and they fit right in your brain
Trust in my gun more than people with blindness trust in their cane
He kept tryin' me, cause' he thought I didn't drill
Now his mama gotta pay a lot of medical bills
I been tryna get off Perc's, cause' I be tweakin' off of pills
I ain't make a million dollars yet, I ain't stoppin' until
Bet your granny know me, you should ask her
Turn him to a ghost, I think that boy gon' need a pastor
Yeah, your money growin', but my money growin' faster
Y'all got little money, man my paper come in chapters
Yeah, I am a big dog, call me Clifford
Not to be played with, like I'm scissors
I just might mess around with this thirty round, make him disappear, like a wizard
That boy a snake, I'll call him a lizard
Didn't take breaks, now my music is heard
He staying inside, he can't come out his crib
That boy snowed in, like a blizzard
I bet that on YouTube make type beats for me
Man, your girlfriend ain't nothin' but a side piece for me
Don't know why i'm so icy
These Off-Whites, not Nikes
That boy chattin' in my comments, while his wife all on me
Glock come with a StockX tag, so you know it's real
Mr. Stackolot hop on the track, already know the deal
Hit 'em with that
Wounds gon' be slow to heal
Making money legally, 'member having to go and steal
Everybody can get hit up, man this Glock is rated E
I been gettin' to the bread, now everybody wants a piece
He been real real cocky ever since he got a heat
Make the Drac' go boom, no more opps, I guarantee
Everybody in my business, had to make my own lane
I don't take rappin' serious, but I might go insane
That forty five got some bullets, and they fit right in your brain
Trust in my gun more than people with blindness trust in their cane
Everybody can get hit up, man this Glock is rated E
I been gettin' to the bread, now everybody wants a piece
He been real real cocky ever since he got a heat
Make the Drac' go boom, no more opps, I guarantee
Everybody in my business, had to make my own lane
I don't take rappin' serious, but I might go insane
That forty five got some bullets, and they fit right in your brain
Trust in my gun more than people with blindness trust in their cane
Downloaded DoorDash, I needed some lean
Like Donatello, my pockets are green
(Dark Side)
Got a red colored beam
Caught an opp lackin', I stole his Supreme
Google, 'cause my chrome got extensions
Brutal how my MAC teach a lesson
Pupil, hit his eye with the Wesson
Glock forty five will leave 'em second guessin'
I had a Hellcat as my first car, and I didn't even know how to work it
I got my first check from this rappin' and I bought my granny a Birkin
Off of a pill I was getting bored, so I put Dior on my curtains
That boy tried to do it like me, but I'm the only version
Man I'm really like that, mow the grass with some fours on
You a fake killer, only gun you got's on Warzone
I'm not Kevin Gates, but in my pocket I got four phones
Bought your jewelry off of Amazon, only got four stones

Written by:
Daniel Haney

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