Stack Bundles, Drastic Measurez, Domination, MARTY - Cross the Border Freestyle lyrics
[Stack Bundles, Drastic Measurez, Domination, MARTY - Cross the Border Freestyle lyrics]
Volume three, not guilty drastic Measurez
Yo uh, huh dinero
Came out flooded, earlobes studded
Hood nigga all up in the jump, all stunted
Hopped out the marks in style
Showin' off, Hollywood, red carpet style
Stick up kids, don't think my guards is down
I wasn't a target then, I'm not a target now
Here's a message for you and your partners
Clown
Get hype, I got guns that'll calm you down
Try and sneak attack
End up on the floor where my sneakers at
Catch us VIP where the licks
And the reefers at
Ballers, ballettes, niggas and señoritas at
Thrown' shots of Bacardi, Henny
And tequila back
Even to the club, I gotta carry the chrome
Get drunk 'til somebody gotta carry me home
Wake up with a bad mami after we bone
And of course I wear condoms
I'm accident prone
Escape with my niggas to exchange in the Ford
I bet these broads never seen a
Whip with so many doors
Look like a high chair sittin'
On them five times fours
The inside look like a living room
Mahogany floors
Shorties all over like a sweat in the meccas
Even cop holes
I call them the head detectors
They treat us like popstars
Brains in the SWAT car
Chokin' on the dick like uh, uh
Plus I'm billingual, quiero chocha, ma
Not one chick told the kid no, uh uh
I'm the best thing to
Happen since soap operas
That's why they pullin' on my
Clothes like, "Don't go, papa"
It's nothin' for the kid to
Cop MJ's and chains
But, I'd rather cop them things
And cock them things
Superstar, man I pop them things
Leave brains on the dashboard and
The windshield of your Range
Y'all niggas is broke
Your fake ice don't fool me
I got shirts that cost more than your jewelry
Flip a few O's, drop G's on coochies
That's why the groupies screw
Me in the movies
Y'all niggas still got rollerblades
I'm in the big body
Somethin' on rollin' blades
In the trunk is the gauge, in the front
Two chickens
Big wheels, rims eleven times two inches
When I hit the club, find two new bitches
Put two bottles of Bell-V in my belly
Bag 'em, jam up, then come to the 'telly
Then I make 'em say my
Name like Beyoncé and Kelly
And y'all know the routine when
I'm diggin' 'em out
6: 15, now I'm kickin' 'em out
Don't get mad a couple hood
Niggas diggin' your spouse
It's off my looks
She don't care what I'm spittin' about
I like all my chicks talented
Sick with the mouth
Down to get crunk whenever grass
Thick in the house
Me and D hoppin' out the six, lookin' crisp
Man
Watch look like an ice tray with a wristband
Two hands, Mickey Mouse sit on my stomach
Small faces in my pocket 'cause
I been had hundreds
And y'all know I'm holdin'
A mini microwave oven with the dum dums
In case niggas feel like thumbin'
But, I stashed the ratchet
Dipped in the latest fashion
Red bandana on, brratin'
Ask and I'll show you what I'm packin'
Poppin', not flashin' fuck beefin', though
I'm tryna see what I'm smashin'
When I leave, hatin' ass bastards be askin'
"Yo, how that fat nigga leave
With that bad bitch?"
'Cause they love Drastic
D, domination, Don V, superstar and that's it
This a wrap, bitch
The name Stack Bundles
Hoes call me Money a Lotta
She ain't come home, that
Mean your main honey, i got her
In the back of the PT Cruiser, legs up
Hand out the window
Finger at you slacker losers
Know cats like to act so I pack the Ruger
My team them same niggas
Slung captions to you now we young G's
Gettin' money South and North
With the snowy white stuff
Movin' back and forth
Here's a jewel for you faggots
Who be mouthin' off
You better save that last breath for later
Ain't no comin' back to life when
Your ass on that respirator
Mom sad, but she'll be glad you restin' later
I done took a young wild one off the street
I lift you off your feet when I pop the heat
You in a better place now
Your bitch givin' better face now
She lickin' lower than the waist now
And I'm still G walkin', nigga
I stopped dancin'
Sick pair of custom yards, yellow vintage
Tryna find a dime to face me off
And leave nut 'round her
Mouth like tartar sauce, believe me
Stack's the boss, I call the shots
Never cop from Jimmy Jazz, only bald spots
Player blowin' G's in Macys
I never thought it
And if it came from S&D's, a bitch brought it
I'm a beast ass baller with a vast contract
Sacks, not blower, sixes, hot thrower
Your bitch love Stack
She top me like I know her and since rap
The chain been rocky like Balboa
And I'm lookin' for some mamis
To cross the border
With some snowy white stuff
In a fashionable order
Strap pies to her thighs
And walk through customs
Straight ride for a gangster
Knowin' they might bust 'em
Six four Austin-Healey is how I crush 'em
Young G flossin' daily 'cause it's nothin'
They don't know about the Cross the
Border Freestyles and all that
The Grit's S T-A-C-K
Y'all faggot ass niggas can't see me
Shout out to all the Grit's
Gang and all that, nigga
Yo uh, huh dinero
Came out flooded, earlobes studded
Hood nigga all up in the jump, all stunted
Hopped out the marks in style
Showin' off, Hollywood, red carpet style
Stick up kids, don't think my guards is down
I wasn't a target then, I'm not a target now
Here's a message for you and your partners
Clown
Get hype, I got guns that'll calm you down
Try and sneak attack
End up on the floor where my sneakers at
Catch us VIP where the licks
And the reefers at
Ballers, ballettes, niggas and señoritas at
Thrown' shots of Bacardi, Henny
And tequila back
Even to the club, I gotta carry the chrome
Get drunk 'til somebody gotta carry me home
Wake up with a bad mami after we bone
And of course I wear condoms
I'm accident prone
Escape with my niggas to exchange in the Ford
I bet these broads never seen a
Whip with so many doors
Look like a high chair sittin'
On them five times fours
The inside look like a living room
Mahogany floors
Shorties all over like a sweat in the meccas
Even cop holes
I call them the head detectors
They treat us like popstars
Brains in the SWAT car
Chokin' on the dick like uh, uh
Plus I'm billingual, quiero chocha, ma
Not one chick told the kid no, uh uh
I'm the best thing to
Happen since soap operas
That's why they pullin' on my
Clothes like, "Don't go, papa"
It's nothin' for the kid to
Cop MJ's and chains
But, I'd rather cop them things
And cock them things
Superstar, man I pop them things
Leave brains on the dashboard and
The windshield of your Range
Y'all niggas is broke
Your fake ice don't fool me
I got shirts that cost more than your jewelry
Flip a few O's, drop G's on coochies
That's why the groupies screw
Me in the movies
Y'all niggas still got rollerblades
I'm in the big body
Somethin' on rollin' blades
In the trunk is the gauge, in the front
Two chickens
Big wheels, rims eleven times two inches
When I hit the club, find two new bitches
Put two bottles of Bell-V in my belly
Bag 'em, jam up, then come to the 'telly
Then I make 'em say my
Name like Beyoncé and Kelly
And y'all know the routine when
I'm diggin' 'em out
6: 15, now I'm kickin' 'em out
Don't get mad a couple hood
Niggas diggin' your spouse
It's off my looks
She don't care what I'm spittin' about
I like all my chicks talented
Sick with the mouth
Down to get crunk whenever grass
Thick in the house
Me and D hoppin' out the six, lookin' crisp
Man
Watch look like an ice tray with a wristband
Two hands, Mickey Mouse sit on my stomach
Small faces in my pocket 'cause
I been had hundreds
And y'all know I'm holdin'
A mini microwave oven with the dum dums
In case niggas feel like thumbin'
But, I stashed the ratchet
Dipped in the latest fashion
Red bandana on, brratin'
Ask and I'll show you what I'm packin'
Poppin', not flashin' fuck beefin', though
I'm tryna see what I'm smashin'
When I leave, hatin' ass bastards be askin'
"Yo, how that fat nigga leave
With that bad bitch?"
'Cause they love Drastic
D, domination, Don V, superstar and that's it
This a wrap, bitch
The name Stack Bundles
Hoes call me Money a Lotta
She ain't come home, that
Mean your main honey, i got her
In the back of the PT Cruiser, legs up
Hand out the window
Finger at you slacker losers
Know cats like to act so I pack the Ruger
My team them same niggas
Slung captions to you now we young G's
Gettin' money South and North
With the snowy white stuff
Movin' back and forth
Here's a jewel for you faggots
Who be mouthin' off
You better save that last breath for later
Ain't no comin' back to life when
Your ass on that respirator
Mom sad, but she'll be glad you restin' later
I done took a young wild one off the street
I lift you off your feet when I pop the heat
You in a better place now
Your bitch givin' better face now
She lickin' lower than the waist now
And I'm still G walkin', nigga
I stopped dancin'
Sick pair of custom yards, yellow vintage
Tryna find a dime to face me off
And leave nut 'round her
Mouth like tartar sauce, believe me
Stack's the boss, I call the shots
Never cop from Jimmy Jazz, only bald spots
Player blowin' G's in Macys
I never thought it
And if it came from S&D's, a bitch brought it
I'm a beast ass baller with a vast contract
Sacks, not blower, sixes, hot thrower
Your bitch love Stack
She top me like I know her and since rap
The chain been rocky like Balboa
And I'm lookin' for some mamis
To cross the border
With some snowy white stuff
In a fashionable order
Strap pies to her thighs
And walk through customs
Straight ride for a gangster
Knowin' they might bust 'em
Six four Austin-Healey is how I crush 'em
Young G flossin' daily 'cause it's nothin'
They don't know about the Cross the
Border Freestyles and all that
The Grit's S T-A-C-K
Y'all faggot ass niggas can't see me
Shout out to all the Grit's
Gang and all that, nigga