We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
Im'a take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
Im'a take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
Im'a take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second (Wow, boutta, boutta)
Tell me things, tell me things, I'ma
'Bout to pull up on the block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
'Bout to pull up on the block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
'Bout to pull up on the
Champagne, stupid face
Pink wheels, speed race
Green money in a briefcase
'Bout to pull up on the party, new ways
New York, just two days
Eyes closed, big fade
'Bout to pull up on the whole team, insane
Run rings, no chase
Jupiter, outer space
'Bout to pull up on the
A. G., Dylan Brady
Hollywood, Brooke, baby
Go dumb, so crazy
'Bout to pull up on the
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
Im'a take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
Im'a take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
Im'a take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things (Wow, boutta, boutta)
Im'a take you to heaven
'Bout to pull up on the block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
'Bout to pull up on the block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
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