Wiz Khalifa - Stackin lyrics

Yea, you already know,

When I walk the fuck by

You can’t act like

I ain’t the fliest thing you ever seen in your

Whole entire muthafuckin sorry ass life

You can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seen

Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans

That’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’ my phone

When I pull up she can’t leave me alone

Lil’ homie I grind, no sleep

I’m good in the hood everybody know me

I got my truck on blast

Hear me when I roll through

Stntin’ like a young nigga supposed to

Stunt’n like I’m supposed to


Ridin’ with my hat cocked back

Smokin’ something good 3 blunts and I’m smacked out

All city on smash, game on padlock

26 inch rims throw ‘em on the matchbox

6 bad hoes man I can’t choose one

3 cell phones I just can’t use one

You see how often I spit

You just off bread hun

This the shit they can’t do young

Talk fly if you look ‘em in the air

Too young, you wonder were I got these Gucci pair of shoes from

A lot of ya’ll mad

To me it’s just funny

I see why ya’ll hatin man the hoes just love me

And you know I’m gettin’ shhh

Fuck it I ain’t gotta say it

The tab taken care of nigga I ain’t gotta pay it

Yea, I’m all day with it, year round

I bet if you was here now

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You can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seen

Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans

That’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’ my phone

When I pull up she can’t leave me alone

Lil’ homie I grind, no sleep

I’m good in the hood everybody know me

I got my truck on blast

Hear me when I roll through

Stunt’n like a young nigga supposed to


Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up

Me I ride clean

Neck froze up

Bad bitch on the side

My niggas all rich

Foreign whips is what they drive

Yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too

See them guys with me? they gettin’ money too

Ride 222s and got heat so

If a nigga try me you a big prob you runnin’ into

I smoke a lot need blunt or 2

At a time whole pounds I be runnin’ through

Yea, I got a dime bitch coming through

Cause I pimp like I’m supoosed to

Wonder how I get it like this, I could show you

It’s all leather in the whip when I roll through

This year I’m a get shit cleared

Take a look at this kid


You can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seen

Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans

That’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’ my phone

When I pull up she can’t leave me alone

Lil’ homie I grind, no sleep

I’m good in the hood everybody know me

I got my truck on blast

Hear me when I roll through

Stunt’n like a young nigga supposed to






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