Nolan Bratz - Keep it a stack

(What up 3beats?)
(Damn 3 we doing it again)
I done run me up a way to spit my music and earn some racks
I swear all these dumb boys wanna shoot shots down my back
Not barkin' at the hoe, if the hoe fit be on whack
Not fuckin' on no boy, if the boy don't keep it a stack
Droppin' off the bands so he can drop me at his house
All bitches hold out they hands so we can drop shots in they mouth
Shootin' up the club, give my feet are rub then wife a spouse
Drop somethin' in his drink the steal all his cheese hoe like a mouse
Run me up a band just to do shit to keep me close
Take me to foreign lands like we did in T Caicos
Your not droppin' a stack on head, okay, cool, you got the jokes
Anybody speak on my name, I hope you swallow it and you choke-
(The hoe chokes)
Remember when we was swimmin' in all that cash, the cash had float
(It float)
Remember back when we argued who was better, Barb or Boat?
(The barb)
Remember when I would say she'd wrap her hands around my throat
Remember coke or free will always be the hardest song I wrote
I done run me up a way to spit my music and earn some racks
I swear all these dumb boys wanna shoot shots down my back
Not barkin' at the hoe, if the hoe fit be on whack
Not fuckin' on no boy, if the boy don't keep it a stack
Droppin' off the bands so he can drop me at his house
All bitches hold out they hands, so we can drop shots in they mouth
Shootin' up the club, give my feet a rub then wife a spouse
Drop somethin' in his drink, then steal all his cheese hoe like a mouse
You can call me fag
(Fact)
that's okay, cause I will fuck your dad
In the stew, cookin' up,
smokin' on who is you
Roll you up,
smoke you and your bitch too
Isis what? eat em up, hey boo, I can munch on oot
I done run me up a way to spit my music and earn some racks
I swear all these dumb boys wanna shoot shots down my back
Not barkin' at the hoe, if the hoe fit be on whack
Not fuckin' on no boy, if the boy don't keep it a stack
Droppin' off the bands so he can drop me at his house
All bitches hold out they hands so we can drop shots in they mouth
Shootin' up the club, give my feet are rub then wife a spouse
Drop somethin' in his drink the steal all his cheese hoe like a mouse

Written by:
Nolan Bratz

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