RackStackin' Dreeze - DINKLEBERG Lyrics

Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh yea
Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh yea
Let's go yea uh ayeee uh uh uh
Uh, he hate on a nigga, I feel like I'm Dinkleberg
Studio living, I'm drinking hella syrup
Pipping ya bitch in her ear, giving hella words
Big Drako, it really got hella kick
Big ass house came wit' nice ass benefits
Bop ass thot, she bounce from dick to dick
Shoot up ya car, make yo ahh do hella spins
Money be pulling, got me a Stop N Shop
AR pistol, had to put on the bump stock
Shoot out the beam, I feel like I'm Kakarot
F*ck on yo bitch, I'm doing the Diddy Bop
Nigga out here wearing hand-me-downs
Used to be broke, really had to move around
Clip never empty, I'm shooting out hella rounds
Houston with the shooters, my name ain't no C.J. Stroud
Uh, uh, I peep all the f*ck shit, nigga, and the hatery
Hit on yo bitch, her lips was so savory
F*ck all that broke shit, nigga, not fading it
Phones be tapped, they hearing the audio
Seen me some fine shit, f*ck wit' yo body, ho
556 gon' make him do a belly roll
Look thru my phone, I really got hella hoes
Uh Uh, you missed all your shots, nigga, get back to training
GLE Benz, it look like a spaceship
Went to Miami, I f*ck on a Haitian
Damn, this shit was so puzzling
Down on my ass, had to get up and hustle it
Spin move a nigga, his knees get to buckling
Hoes in rotation, got too many, I'm juggling
Uhhh, nigga, yea
Hoes in rotation, got too many, I'm juggling
Uhhh