Treacherous Trio - GOLD STACKS Lyrics

So many gold stacks around me that shit look like butter
I just f*cked this hoe bitch start she my mother
Ion rap like other buddies I am not mutter
I am cappin in my raps no I'm not a hunter
Pull up to the store with my brothers we on a mission
Tell all the clerks at the counter y'all better listen
Grab the glock load the bag like this a rendition
Hit the door run the car f*ck what am I missing
I forgot a mask that ho saw my face I am f*cked
Driver screamin at me like boy you better dcuk
Book a flight to Turks get away on yacht
All a sudden see the rearview f*ck I think I see cop
Lights is on check the dash we just hit a hunded
Heart is racing get a text sayin light to London
Check the back cop is gone think we in the clear
At the hanger plane is here bout to disappear
Hoppin on the jet
New Maybach I get it
Said you want forgiveness lil bro I do not forget
Bout to place a bet
Vegas bumping drop top coup and its all red
Thats some shit I already said
Bring it back and do it again
Bring it back and do it again
Switch flows and do it again
Said you smoke better bring it to block
Tennis chains drippin that some shit you aint got
Everyday outside yeah it be hot
Evy thug shake and show me gyatt
Gold stackin up but I keep that shit desecrete
M4 comp I got the carbon fiber seats
Yeah we in the burbs but we came from the streets
15 foreigns yeah we travel in a fleet
Stocks goin up its causin an inflation
Yeah on the scene like an investigation
Foreign money deals yeah I need a translation
Full black gear like it's an operation
I got gold stacks lying on the f*ckin floor
I got rainbow bands flying out the door
I got 5 houses hanging right down the shore
Foreign car foreign money baby I want more
Eating ice cream in the chopper but aint shit sweet
Like GTA got the oppressor lil bro your dead meat
Did a feature you aint drop it please dont talk to me
I'm the one you wanna be
Bands like monopoly
Bands on bands it's goin up
Imma dawg bitch you a pup
Load the clip I let it dump
Bang bang bang I watch him slump
Drivin in the whip I'm gone
Imma king bitch you a pawn
To twin glocks I keep them drawn
Leave at dusk we back by dawn
All these stack yeah they all gold
Always gamblin I don't fold
Run up on me boy you bold
Saw your post but I just scrolled
Racks on racks like money glitches
He gon snitch give that boy stitches
All this fame and all the riches
Gusha got the baddest bitches
Gotta switch boy this aint stock
Catch you walkin on the block
At his crib yeah knock knock knock
Open up and meet this glock
In the foreign yeah I'm floorin
Bitches callin I'm ignorin
So much money it be borin
Off the court but I'm still scorin