Stack Bundles - Kiss of Death Freestyle lyrics
[Stack Bundles - Kiss of Death Freestyle lyrics]
Uh oh, Stack Bundles yeah
Valentino the Don it's the two comma kid
Shout out to Figures and Far Rockaway
What up? Love Dinero
'Bout to get ugly in here
The streets are talkin', volume four
That's right
Feed your lil' cock mouth, fuckers
I hear you bastards, I'm comin' for you
This Stack Bundles here, you ready for me?
I brought the Grit's with me, yo let's go
S T-A-C-K
Y'all faggot ass niggas can't see me
I cop goals by the dozen, ask BJ
I got whores and they cryin' all over me
Soundin' like Freeway
Take a whiff, y'all can smell
And when I put it in the bag
It's gon' give your whole fuckin' block hell
I got bundles, where your dough at?
And the same place I piss from is
Where the whores gon' blow at
No matter rap or crack, I bubble like Moet
And it's no coincidence
I'm always where your ho at
While you be prickin' around
I'm gettin' around throw a cock in her mouth
And dickin' her down
You shit in your hood, I shit on your town
I'm the best kept dog when
I'm luggin' a pound
Get your chest wet, shit talkin'
Think the shit you poppin' smart?
I put more holes in you than shopping cart
The Grit's post on the roof and
Clap niggas the snipe way
Slugs twist thugs and turn your
Jersey the right way
White gold, gotta be kidding
My dude like gray
You in the wrong division, I'm heavy
You dudes lightweight
Son, I cook the rock so hard
It make the pipe break
Fiends can't smoke it at once
You need a slight break
Rap niggas makin' you dance and
Put your hands up
I'm tryna make your paper advance
Valentino the Don it's the two comma kid
Shout out to Figures and Far Rockaway
What up? Love Dinero
'Bout to get ugly in here
The streets are talkin', volume four
That's right
Feed your lil' cock mouth, fuckers
I hear you bastards, I'm comin' for you
This Stack Bundles here, you ready for me?
I brought the Grit's with me, yo let's go
S T-A-C-K
Y'all faggot ass niggas can't see me
I cop goals by the dozen, ask BJ
I got whores and they cryin' all over me
Soundin' like Freeway
Take a whiff, y'all can smell
And when I put it in the bag
It's gon' give your whole fuckin' block hell
I got bundles, where your dough at?
And the same place I piss from is
Where the whores gon' blow at
No matter rap or crack, I bubble like Moet
And it's no coincidence
I'm always where your ho at
While you be prickin' around
I'm gettin' around throw a cock in her mouth
And dickin' her down
You shit in your hood, I shit on your town
I'm the best kept dog when
I'm luggin' a pound
Get your chest wet, shit talkin'
Think the shit you poppin' smart?
I put more holes in you than shopping cart
The Grit's post on the roof and
Clap niggas the snipe way
Slugs twist thugs and turn your
Jersey the right way
White gold, gotta be kidding
My dude like gray
You in the wrong division, I'm heavy
You dudes lightweight
Son, I cook the rock so hard
It make the pipe break
Fiends can't smoke it at once
You need a slight break
Rap niggas makin' you dance and
Put your hands up
I'm tryna make your paper advance