It's Ryan, It's Ryan
I ain't playing fair
Uh Huh It's Ryan
I Stack, I Stack
I ain't playing fair
It's Ryan, It's Ryan
I ain't playing fair
Uh Huh It's Ryan
I Stack, I Stack
I ain't playing fair
It's Ryan Stackwell
Bitch I'm rolling mad el's
Can't you see the cloud of smoke
Think a nigga is a joke
Haha that shits on you
Sipping on my brew
Doing what bosses do
Holla at me in a few
You know the business
Don't give me the business
Or you gone need a witness
Cause I stay on some sick shit
Ryan Stackwell
Of course I brought that ganja with me
Ready to smoke
You got a el homie come and get me
I rep this place, where it freeze all winter
But if it's beef ya chest bullets just enter
And you dinner, minus the fork and the knife and the spoon
I step in the room, me and my goons thats my platoon
But this ain't Rambo, on the block I'm still getting mad dough
If you talking shit damn what the f*ck you mad hoe
Niggas getting paid now, niggas lamping in the shade now
Under umbrellas, weathering the weather
Yeah I like it tropic but next topic
Catch me in the cockpit of this brand new foreign
If ya hoe is boring, better switch her up fast
Ryan Stackwell rolling up I always got gas
So what you trying to smoke on?
I got you here ma
What you trying to drink on?
I got you here ma
What you trying to ride on?
I got you here ma
And that money all gone?
I got you here ma
Picture me broke?
Now throw that f*cking page away, you don't know about this cake that a nigga save away
Ryan Stackwell wit no cape on I save the day
Blazing up a pound of haze, make sure my troops is blazed
We on the set, leaving all these bitches wet
We the niggas get respect each and every f*cking set
That I step on, the mic is like a weapon
And if you talking shit watch out you will get crept on
Ryan Stackwell
I got money I ain't count yet
Chilling in the club but I think I'm bout to bounce yet
Reasons to stay, Yeah reasons to play
But if its beef got this K this will be ya last day
You know my doods don't play
When its time for dramas
We aim at everybody including yo' baby momma
So stop while you talking shit
Quit while you ahead
I'm about this bread
You a snitch calling up the feds
( A Snitch Snitching )
Hello? is this the informant line?
Yeah I need to snitch on Ryan Stackwell
He getting money too fast he gotta be doing something illegal
I got proof
Ryan Stackwell - I Got You Here Lyrics
Ryan Stackwell - I Got You Here Lyrics
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English
It's Ryan, It's Ryan
I ain't playing fair
Uh Huh It's Ryan
I Stack, I Stack
I ain't playing fair
It's Ryan, It's Ryan
I ain't playing fair
Uh Huh It's Ryan
I Stack, I Stack
I ain't playing fair
It's Ryan Stackwell
Bitch I'm rolling mad el's
Can't you see the cloud of smoke
Think a nigga is a joke
Haha that shits on you
Sipping on my brew
Doing what bosses do
Holla at me in a few
You know the business
Don't give me the business
Or you gone need a witness
Cause I stay on some sick shit
Ryan Stackwell
Of course I brought that ganja with me
Ready to smoke
You got a el homie come and get me
I rep this place, where it freeze all winter
But if it's beef ya chest bullets just enter
And you dinner, minus the fork and the knife and the spoon
I step in the room, me and my goons thats my platoon
But this ain't Rambo, on the block I'm still getting mad dough
If you talking shit damn what the f*ck you mad hoe
Niggas getting paid now, niggas lamping in the shade now
Under umbrellas, weathering the weather
Yeah I like it tropic but next topic
Catch me in the cockpit of this brand new foreign
If ya hoe is boring, better switch her up fast
Ryan Stackwell rolling up I always got gas
So what you trying to smoke on?
I got you here ma
What you trying to drink on?
I got you here ma
What you trying to ride on?
I got you here ma
And that money all gone?
I got you here ma
Picture me broke?
Now throw that f*cking page away, you don't know about this cake that a nigga save away
Ryan Stackwell wit no cape on I save the day
Blazing up a pound of haze, make sure my troops is blazed
We on the set, leaving all these bitches wet
We the niggas get respect each and every f*cking set
That I step on, the mic is like a weapon
And if you talking shit watch out you will get crept on
Ryan Stackwell
I got money I ain't count yet
Chilling in the club but I think I'm bout to bounce yet
Reasons to stay, Yeah reasons to play
But if its beef got this K this will be ya last day
You know my doods don't play
When its time for dramas
We aim at everybody including yo' baby momma
So stop while you talking shit
Quit while you ahead
I'm about this bread
You a snitch calling up the feds
( A Snitch Snitching )
Hello? is this the informant line?
Yeah I need to snitch on Ryan Stackwell
He getting money too fast he gotta be doing something illegal
I got proof
I ain't playing fair
Uh Huh It's Ryan
I Stack, I Stack
I ain't playing fair
It's Ryan, It's Ryan
I ain't playing fair
Uh Huh It's Ryan
I Stack, I Stack
I ain't playing fair
It's Ryan Stackwell
Bitch I'm rolling mad el's
Can't you see the cloud of smoke
Think a nigga is a joke
Haha that shits on you
Sipping on my brew
Doing what bosses do
Holla at me in a few
You know the business
Don't give me the business
Or you gone need a witness
Cause I stay on some sick shit
Ryan Stackwell
Of course I brought that ganja with me
Ready to smoke
You got a el homie come and get me
I rep this place, where it freeze all winter
But if it's beef ya chest bullets just enter
And you dinner, minus the fork and the knife and the spoon
I step in the room, me and my goons thats my platoon
But this ain't Rambo, on the block I'm still getting mad dough
If you talking shit damn what the f*ck you mad hoe
Niggas getting paid now, niggas lamping in the shade now
Under umbrellas, weathering the weather
Yeah I like it tropic but next topic
Catch me in the cockpit of this brand new foreign
If ya hoe is boring, better switch her up fast
Ryan Stackwell rolling up I always got gas
So what you trying to smoke on?
I got you here ma
What you trying to drink on?
I got you here ma
What you trying to ride on?
I got you here ma
And that money all gone?
I got you here ma
Picture me broke?
Now throw that f*cking page away, you don't know about this cake that a nigga save away
Ryan Stackwell wit no cape on I save the day
Blazing up a pound of haze, make sure my troops is blazed
We on the set, leaving all these bitches wet
We the niggas get respect each and every f*cking set
That I step on, the mic is like a weapon
And if you talking shit watch out you will get crept on
Ryan Stackwell
I got money I ain't count yet
Chilling in the club but I think I'm bout to bounce yet
Reasons to stay, Yeah reasons to play
But if its beef got this K this will be ya last day
You know my doods don't play
When its time for dramas
We aim at everybody including yo' baby momma
So stop while you talking shit
Quit while you ahead
I'm about this bread
You a snitch calling up the feds
( A Snitch Snitching )
Hello? is this the informant line?
Yeah I need to snitch on Ryan Stackwell
He getting money too fast he gotta be doing something illegal
I got proof
Writer: Ryan Stackwell
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