G Perico, Polyester the Saint - Gets My Staccs lyrics

How you knock me, trout mouth musty mouth
Once a month bleedin' funky dog head bitch
I know you tired of living average
Lookin' a sloppy joe sandwich bitch
You walkin' 'round holding hands
Kicking cans bitch
I got something left for you bitch
See about it

I gets my stacks and I fuck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I gets my stacks and I fuck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that

I say yo, what's happenin'
You're young and you're looking
For some action need that rush, an orgasm
Thighs and your knees catch spasms
I know what you like
Pull your panties to the side
Face to the floor, ass to the sky
Look at what we 'bout to do right quick
Fuck, hit your purse then I split

I could come see you but
You can't come through
I'll never let 'em know where I stay at
Triple go twenty-fours, club all full of hoes
Taking pictures with your phone
I don't play that
You know me, I know you, hold up
You smoke weed, I do too, roll up
I drink Yak, how 'bout you, pour up
I pop one, you pop two, go up

I gets my stacks and I fuck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I gets my stacks and I fuck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that

I'ma come through, late night
If you ain't naked wear
Something that I like
Everything I do is in a gangster way
So when I kiss on your neck
You go crazy and say
G don't stop, keep going, that's it
What you want, I'ma do that shit
I want the money

I could come see you but
You can't come through
I'll never let 'em know where I stay at
Triple go twenty-fours, club all full of hoes
Taking pictures with your phone
I don't play that
You know me, I know you, hold up
You smoke weed, I do too, roll up
I drink Yak, how 'bout you, pour up
I pop one, you pop two, go up

I gets my stacks and I fuck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I gets my stacks and I fuck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that

Put your phone down
We ain't taking no pictures
I got to go if you ain't with the vision
Call your homegirl and tell her
I want to hit it
I got to go if your ass ain't with it
Put your phone down
We ain't taking no pictures
I got to go if you ain't with the vision
Call your homegirl and tell her
I want to hit it
I'm 'bout to go if your ass ain't with it

I could come see you but
You can't come through
I'll never let 'em know where I stay at
Triple go twenty-fours, club all full of hoes
Taking pictures with your phone
I don't play that
You know me, I know you, hold up
You smoke weed, I do too, roll up
I drink Yak, how 'bout you, pour up
I pop one, you pop two, go up

I gets my stacks and I fuck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I gets my stacks and I fuck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that