Smoke DZA, Jayy Grams, Nym Lo - Stashhouse lyrics
[Smoke DZA, Jayy Grams, Nym Lo - Stashhouse lyrics]
The young vet for the bucks, let's be honest
The way I structure it, timeless
The nigga mean, you call a queen
I'm bustin' nuts on your highness
But never mind it, guys come 'round with RFC
Prepare, friend
Only the red skin like you RG3
Caught a flea from them
Runnin' a stampede to win
I've been havin' dreams since ten
Government gon' seize your Benz
I seize the night
Niggas backstabbin' like they Caesar
Have you seein' lights
Played the bitch role like you Madea, man
You need a wife
Boy, I'm shootin' threes, precise
Endin' up a mil'
That ain't even basketball, that's
For any other drill, nigga
He a sinner and a savior combined
Lyin' 'bout his own thoughts
He done made up his mind (Right)
First off, I'd like to say a few things
(One, two, one, two)
I'm one of the greatest rappers
Breathin' if we're labelling
The game tried to ice me
Out like how Jesus hang
But, I wrote this in hieroglyphics, shit
This sacred game
You can put this with the artifacts
Artifacts penned around the world, shit
I autographed the almanac
Foreign spots, I'm good there
Most these rappers all be cap
Big bro, you know the vibes, I'm like yeah
If you call it that
Judge me by my character, nigga
This is more than rap
How many your favorite rappers
I done quarterbacked?
Livin' legend, that's proof
The fables always triple back through
Learned to hustle since back Triple FAT goose
Had some hiccups tryna get up
Had to live with that too
Shit, it was all about the dollar, nah
Not Little Rascal
Kick down doors with pistols like hold up
Cristal, I pour up, this bout is over
Lo, top of the fiscal
I never not been official
Rerockin' the crystal, street nigga
Got my credentials (Facts)
Ex-drug dealer, at the car dealer
And they tryna convince me, "Lo, please
Get the drop 'cause it fit's you"
Remove the roof and I pull up like Pampers
Hop out lookin' like scammers
Started as a ten grammer
Shooter with me keep the hammer
Watch your mouth 'fore you make my G pop
Word to grandma
He been with me since the sandlot
Youngest tryna ball
Base was fuckin' with the big dawgs
Dealin' ten seasons
Now this rap shit is my spin-off
Turnin' off my trap phone
Let me get my pen off
I get off on everything I get on
Don't get odd
Hoppin' in the Pit-orsche with your bit oh
Then I skit off before she eat the gun
She wipe the Fenty on her lips off (Nasty)
Mack daddy
Fucked her so good before she spinned off
Left with her fuckin' pants backwards
All criss-crossed lo
The way I structure it, timeless
The nigga mean, you call a queen
I'm bustin' nuts on your highness
But never mind it, guys come 'round with RFC
Prepare, friend
Only the red skin like you RG3
Caught a flea from them
Runnin' a stampede to win
I've been havin' dreams since ten
Government gon' seize your Benz
I seize the night
Niggas backstabbin' like they Caesar
Have you seein' lights
Played the bitch role like you Madea, man
You need a wife
Boy, I'm shootin' threes, precise
Endin' up a mil'
That ain't even basketball, that's
For any other drill, nigga
He a sinner and a savior combined
Lyin' 'bout his own thoughts
He done made up his mind (Right)
First off, I'd like to say a few things
(One, two, one, two)
I'm one of the greatest rappers
Breathin' if we're labelling
The game tried to ice me
Out like how Jesus hang
But, I wrote this in hieroglyphics, shit
This sacred game
You can put this with the artifacts
Artifacts penned around the world, shit
I autographed the almanac
Foreign spots, I'm good there
Most these rappers all be cap
Big bro, you know the vibes, I'm like yeah
If you call it that
Judge me by my character, nigga
This is more than rap
How many your favorite rappers
I done quarterbacked?
Livin' legend, that's proof
The fables always triple back through
Learned to hustle since back Triple FAT goose
Had some hiccups tryna get up
Had to live with that too
Shit, it was all about the dollar, nah
Not Little Rascal
Kick down doors with pistols like hold up
Cristal, I pour up, this bout is over
Lo, top of the fiscal
I never not been official
Rerockin' the crystal, street nigga
Got my credentials (Facts)
Ex-drug dealer, at the car dealer
And they tryna convince me, "Lo, please
Get the drop 'cause it fit's you"
Remove the roof and I pull up like Pampers
Hop out lookin' like scammers
Started as a ten grammer
Shooter with me keep the hammer
Watch your mouth 'fore you make my G pop
Word to grandma
He been with me since the sandlot
Youngest tryna ball
Base was fuckin' with the big dawgs
Dealin' ten seasons
Now this rap shit is my spin-off
Turnin' off my trap phone
Let me get my pen off
I get off on everything I get on
Don't get odd
Hoppin' in the Pit-orsche with your bit oh
Then I skit off before she eat the gun
She wipe the Fenty on her lips off (Nasty)
Mack daddy
Fucked her so good before she spinned off
Left with her fuckin' pants backwards
All criss-crossed lo