Wiz Khalifa — Stackin lyrics

Lyrics

Yea, you already know*
When I walk the fuck by You can’t act like I ain’t the fliest thing you ever seen in your whole entire
muthafuckin sorry ass life
You can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’my phone
When I pull up she can’t leave me alone
Lil’homie I grind, no sleep
I’m good in the hood everybody know me I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stntin’like a young nigga supposed to Stunt’n like I’m supposed to Ridin’with my hat cocked back
Smokin’something good 3 blunts and I’m smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can’t choose one
3 cell phones I just can’t use one
You see how often I spit
You just off bread hun
This the shit they can’t do young
Talk fly if you look 'em in the air
Too young, you wonder were I got these Gucci pair of shoes from
A lot of ya’ll mad
To me it’s just funny
I see why ya’ll hatin man the hoes just love me And you know I’m gettin’shhh
Fuck it I ain’t gotta say it The tab taken care of nigga I ain’t gotta pay it Yea, I’m all day with it, year round
I bet if you was here now
You can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’my phone
When I pull up she can’t leave me alone
Lil’homie I grind, no sleep
I’m good in the hood everybody know me I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt’n like a young nigga supposed to Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up Me I ride clean
Neck froze up Bad bitch on the side
My niggas all rich
Foreign whips is what they drive
Yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too
See them guys with me? they gettin’money too
Ride 22's and got heat so If a nigga try me you a big prob you runnin’into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2
At a time whole pounds I be runnin’through
Yea, I got a dime bitch coming through
Cause I pimp like I’m supoosed to Wonder how I get it like this, I could show you
It’s all leather in the whip when I roll through
This year I’m a get shit cleared
Take a look at this kid
You can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’my phone
When I pull up she can’t leave me alone
Lil’homie I grind, no sleep
I’m good in the hood everybody know me I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt’n like a young nigga supposed to