Stackin’ the green
Chillin’ up kickin’ my feet up
b#tch it’s shoot to kill so I shoot ’em when I see ’em
Got some rats watchin’ every move waitin’ for me to feed ’em
We got racks all about but you know I never lead ’em
I might pour a four, I might pour a four in my Fanta
Big bread like Sana
I might pour a four, I might pour a four in my Fanta
Big bread like Sana
I heard she gone, sh#t was kinda tough
I pour the two in my
Yeah I’m with so that’s not enough
R.I.P to Sana, thought she was a no-show
I keep it on me ’cause you know I’m riding solo
I’m overseas counting paper by the boat load
Stackin’ the green
Chillin’ up kickin’ my feet up
b#tch it’s shoot to kill so I shoot ’em when I see ’em
Got some rats watchin’ every move waitin’ for me to feed ’em
Wе got racks all about but you know I never lead ‘еm
I might pour a four, I might pour a four in my Fanta
Big bread like Sana
I might pour a four, I might pour a four in my Fanta
Big bread like Sana
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