Ty Watcher - Stack It Up Lyrics

If you ain't talkin bout coming up, dont need you callin my phone
It's on now, its goin down, I'm all off in my zone
The money keep coming, gon add it up
Done with the games like I had enough
Got a bad bih, she'll back it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Bitch I'm the best
I just need to get this shit off my chest
I think that it's time that I put you to rest
Cause I'm on the throne and you will not step
Demigod baby you know what I rep
Nigga run up and a nigga get slept
I'm ready and willing you ain't even prepped
He was scared of the right, should watch for the left
Cause I got a flow that will eat up the track
Pretty young bitch that I eat from the back
Reach to the left, pull some weed from the sack
You know the gas, the loud, the pack
I'm Sick and depressed and I thought that was evident
The weed is my medicine
The presence of THC prevalent
Threw out the case cause they ain't have the evidence
Thought you could cage me, man that is a negative
Put her to sleep, like my dick is a sedative
T.Y. the truth and I'm back in your head again
You bout to be quoting the things that I've said again
Thought I would starve but a nigga got fed again
Now a nigga holding weight like apetamin
I think that I got these rappers here scared again
They got watch where they tread again
If you ain't talkin bout coming up, dont need you callin my phone
It's on now, its goin down, I'm all off in my zone
The money keep coming, gon add it up
Done with the games like I had enough
Got a bad bih, she'll back it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
I really feel I'm the shit
From this nappy head to the kicks
I'm a grown man, and I mind my business
So please get off of my dick
Niggas be worried bout all of the wrong shit
Sound like a nigga, that ain't got his own shit
Got to get focused get your money long bit
A nigga got tired of needing a loan bitch
Man I'm all about the hustle, gotta grind gotta get it
Painting pictures wit my lyrics like my mind on exhibit
Middle figure to the past cause the future lookin vivid
I been trippin
I dont know what kinda life I been livin
I been holding back, cutting slack
That's a fact, shit is whack
Why the f*ck?
Should I take a knee when I can run it back
Never that
Hit a moving target like I threw a pass
In the zone, focused, catch a nigga running thru the cash
Man it's really sad, they just mad
Cause I got the bag
XXL ain't a book when you see the mag
Keep on talkin crazy Imu touch em like we playin tag
Nigga try to stick me for the paper imu do him bad
Put a nigga in the trash, I'll do it glad
Hit him with the hook, that'll come after the jab
Like I'm hittin pads, get the cash
Then I do the dash on they ass
When I hit the gas... and it's on
If you ain't talkin bout coming up, dont need you callin my phone
It's on now, its goin down, I'm all off in my zone
The money keep coming, gon add it up
Done with the games like I had enough
Got a bad bih, she'll back it up
Stack it up
Stack it up