Stack & Roll (feat. Lil Spike & NYO)

I said Oh my fucking God All these niggas odd Niggas say they beefin in these streets Well ain't no beef with me That's why they catch you On ya block After 6 It get hot The sun drop Then you drop Tell the cops Bring a mop I like to play wit the shits That shit way to sketchy Y'all like to play wit the shits Get left in a hefty Me I'm just not ready Rather eat than look at spaghetti Treat these niggas like a job When they act corny Then I cut them off Yea Run it up Run it up Run it up Just got a new crib Got a new truck Niggas mad cause they know wassup Niggas mad cause they know they stuck Yea Tell me what to do yea My drip like Rick Da Ruler Y'all nigga think y'all cooler Like who ya Ill out do ya Yea Yea yea Life is a gamble Something like that person selling samples It could left Or it could go right But If I'm in control It's gon go right Yea yea And we are not the same though Ill bring ya ass To the grass Like Django I'm just trynna stack it up Hold on get off my nuts Hold on baby I gotta go That's right gotta stack and roll Cut from a different cloth I never go against the grain Stack and roll If I take a lost I charge it to the game Never clout chase Or be fake for a lil fame Ask the bitches bout me Guarantee you They gon know my name F*ck a double up I can show you How to flip Real shit Frank Lucas with the wrist Take a quarter ounce Break it down And turn it into six Grab the oils With the E's and leaves Mixing devils piss You know who you fucking wit Yea Life is a gamble Sometimes Its too much to handle Don't get used As an example Gotta hit the block Wit them samples Street lights Get blown out like candles Hundred rounds Never run out of ammo Don't talk If you know What these hand do Real shit Ya face get dismantled Yea Yea yea Life is a gamble Something like that person selling samples It could left Or it could go right But If I'm in control It's gon go right Yea yea And we are not the same though Ill bring ya ass To the grass Like Django I'm just trynna stack it up Hold on get off my nuts Hold on baby I gotta go That's right gotta stack and roll Oh my fucking God All these niggas odd When it come time to slide Half these niggas Ain't gon ride And they know that shit facts In the hood I seen that People talking all this work Paperwork Just came back Huh Big Smoke is what im dishing This is no joke Niggas talking shit But they be Holding on to hope Bitches talking they the goat But they the throat goat Niggas posers But they dont Pose in my photos Said im here Im here for a good time These people talking shit I dont care If they like my rhymes I'm always giving out I gotta get what's mine I gotta Run it up now It's all in front of me now Lets go