Jay Critch - Stacy Dash

Ayy
You stupid niggas still gotta catch up

Ayy, I'm tryna make me a fortune, you know I'm all 'bout the check
Ayy, we in the trap like The Office, and issa whole lot of racks on the desk
If it's static then we get 'em hit, and nigga you could be next (boom, boom)
Shorty french kissin' the-, I put her wrist in baguettes (hey)
Ayy, rich bitch in a G-Wag, she do the dash and she bad like Stacy (she bad like Stacy)
All my niggas get a bag, young niggas gettin' money like the 80s (gettin' money like the 80s)
Opps don't know what to do, they ain't gettin' no loot, them niggas too lazy (they ain't gettin' no loot)
Bro already made news, don't get it confused, he still go crazy (bro already made news)

I ain't talkin' 'bout perfume
Had the shooters walk through, get sprayed like Macy's (grraow)
In my city I'm a giant
But nigga be makin' them plays like I'm Brady (makin' them plays like I'm Brady)
I pull up and shorty eyein'
She get on the dick and then she goin' brazy (get on the dick and she)
Private jet when I be flyin'
I'm puttin' the team on my back like McGrady
Heart cold, yeah, it's hollow
One in the head, gotta ride with the hollows (one in the head, gotta ride with the)
I don't trust none of these niggas
When you gettin' money, they all gonna follow (gonna follow)
I don't trust none of these bitches
These bitches get hit and be gone by tomorrow (gone by tomorrow)
You better hurry and get it
The packs is here and they gone by tomorrow (gone by tomorrow)
Lamb' truck, I don't want that Tahoe (want that Tahoe)
Chips full with the cheese like taco (cheese like taco)
Bad bitch, she like to put on a show
And she gon' slide and make it clap like bravo (hey)
Ridin' the foreign, we swervin' a pothole
Ridin' a foreign, we swervin' the police (skrrt, skrrt)
Why do these fuck niggas act like they know me?
30's pull up, leave 'em drippy like codeine (30)

Ayy, I'm tryna make me a fortune, you know I'm all 'bout the check
Ayy, we in the trap like The Office, and issa whole lot of racks on the desk
If it's static then we get 'em hit, and nigga you could be next (boom, boom)
Shorty french kissin' the-, I put her wrist in baguettes (hey)
Ayy, rich bitch in a G-Wag, she do the dash and she bad like Stacy (she bad like Stacy)
All my niggas get a bag, young niggas gettin' money like the '80s (gettin' money like the '80s)
Opps don't know what to do, they ain't gettin' no loot, them niggas too lazy (they ain't gettin' no loot)
Bro already made news, don't get it confused, he still go crazy (bro already made news)

Written by:
808Lang, Jason Critchlow

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