Stack Bundles - Stand Up lyrics

You're now rockin' with the gorgeous gangster
Stack Bundles, woo
Far Rock America, fuck with your nigga, yeah

Nigga, the whole block applauds
Whenever I stacks up the b-uilding
'Cause, I key-ills 'em, gotta fe-eel 'em
First nigga they seen tangerine Lamborghin'
No ce-iling
I'm so fly, I should be in the Air Force
Virgin Mary, blushin'
Pink Russians up in that red cross
Don't get criss-crossed 'cause I
Rock a Mueller
Still cock the Ruger under my Thierry Mugler
Ooh-wee, I don't even need that
I'm the gorgeous gangster
Bitches give me feedback
Tell 'em that I'm tired
They wanna lay on my lee-ap
With they mouth open like
They takin' a nee-ap
Goddamn, I ain't one of the clips
But it's thirty-six in mine
Good aim, got lotta shit on your brain
Let 'em clear out your mind
I'ma grind 'til I'm rich, young dollar sign
Bitch

Everybody just stand up
We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock
And it's on and we ain't stoppin'
Everybody put your hands up
All my niggas and bitches
All my gangsters, hustlers
And thug motherfuckers just stand up
We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock
And it's on and we ain't stoppin'
Everybody put your hands up
All my niggas and bitches
All my gangsters, hustlers
And thug motherfuckers just stand up

You now dealin' with the young fly
Flashiest nigga of the century
You ain't gotta ask them bitches
They gotta mention me
When it come to fashion, shit
It's elementary
ABC's, you niggas gotta be sick of me
Alligator shoes, Bvlgari watches
See these old glasses
I tell you how to rock this
Gun go, for tryna stop this
Had to switch it up
You niggas soundin' monotonous
Listen Paul, I ain't your average star
Stack Buns been gettin' money
Since that's my car
If you plottin' on bein' the best
Better swing your occupation, 'cause I'm
He in the flesh, nigga

Everybody just stand up
We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock
And it's on and we ain't stoppin'
Everybody put your hands up
All my niggas and bitches
All my gangsters, hustlers
And thug motherfuckers just stand up
We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock
And it's on and we ain't stoppin'
Everybody put your hands up
All my niggas and bitches
All my gangsters, hustlers
And thug motherfuckers just stand up

Be yotch, I'm not ashamed
If money smell, damn, I stink
I blew change on that dollar sign
Link and that fishscale mink
Think I'ma tell her how I get that bank
Stuck in my ways
Don't really give a fuck what you think
Son of Far Rock's own
Lot of niggas mad 'cause I get it for half
That's six a zone
Twenty-two a brick, twenty-two on whips
But they gotta be Sprees, plasma TV's
Porsche SUV's y'all niggas' wheels is so-so
Like little Jermaine Dupri's, look
You need help, here's the recipe
Gotta keep some snow cones like Mr softee
If you youngins wanna be like me, it's easy
Gotta keep fuckin' raw like Eazy E, I'm gone

Everybody just stand up
We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock
And it's on and we ain't stoppin'
Everybody put your hands up
All my niggas and bitches
All my gangsters, hustlers
And thug motherfuckers just stand up
We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock
And it's on and we ain't stoppin'
Everybody put your hands up
All my niggas and bitches
All my gangsters, hustlers
And thug motherfuckers just stand up

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