Trey Stakkz - X Fame

Aye, Ion care about no fame
Ion care about no clout
I just want the bag, that's all it's about
I mean, that's the only reason to do this shit

Sliding through the swamp I just got head from what's her name
My girl asked where I'm at I told her outside with the gang
Everybody got a stick, we load up clips and let it bang
Bitch you know how I rock can't get caught dead around no lame
He thought he wanted smoke well let that pressure bust his brain
Ion know about your dawgs but mine gon step behind my name
You bound to take an "L" if you go against the grain
Look I just want racks Ion give a fuck about no fame yeah

Aye everybody say that they want Stakkz but they can't do nothing with me
My whole career been bout the smoke you know Bobby and Whitney
I'm sticked up you know piece different like a hippie
I'm quick to steal, like a toddler man my fingers sticky
I'm good in every county, every hood, every city
King of the swamp, I'mma the Carolina Biggie
I run up me a bag and then I spend until I'm dizzy
Disrespect the gang I'll hide ya kid like I'm Drizzy
If she ain't my main bitch she don't get more than a quickie
It's like I'm cool with shy Ion go nowhere with out that glizzy
She wanted me to smash but I couldn't that shit iffy
So I just got some head cause man something seemed fishy

Sliding through the swamp I just got head from what's her name
My girl asked where I'm at I told her outside with the gang
Everybody got a stick, we load up clips and let it bang
Bitch you know how I rock can't get caught dead around no lame
He thought he wanted smoke well let that pressure bust his brain
Ion know about your dawgs but mine gon step behind my name
You bound to take an "L" if you go against the grain
Look I just want racks Ion give a fuck about no fame yeah

If the opps say that it's smoke about my niggas then know I'm I'm coming
Track and field I hopped out and had the pole jumping
And my niece swear she be banging man shout out to London
I'll have my slime wipe em out if his nose running
Man this shit bigger than rap but let a nigga diss me
End your career like Ja-Rule I'm the next 50
On the web these niggas tough real life they itsy-bitsy
Smith and Wesson red dot on you like a hickey
Niggas think that bag coming to them, ohh really
But they ain't putting in the work Ion have no pity
Nigga taking care of thots cause these hoes pretty
But Ian buying that hoe shit unless she showing titties

Sliding through the swamp I just got head from what's her name
My girl asked where I'm at I told her outside with the gang
Everybody got a stick, we load up clips and let it bang
Bitch you know how I rock can't get caught dead around no lame
He thought he wanted smoke well let that pressure bust his brain
Ion know about your dawgs but mine gon step behind my name
You bound to take an "L" if you go against the grain
Look I just want racks Ion give a fuck about no fame yeah

Written by:
Tremayne McCrimmon

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