Stack Bundles

Stack Bundles - A'int hard to tell lyrics

rate me

It's c-more kitty himself nigga stack bundles the rock star.

I'm back where it started nigga. U know I start wit a finish and begin wit an end.

No love was the 1st nigga to play(oh yeah. Years young, money's old

I'm feeln like myself nigga

Yo, niggas neva notice the

Shit untill they step in It(fra)/ they like ill, I was that when I stepped in it/

And that's still(fo real),

still I move nine

I thirty-six a week/ rap

Wise how the fuck can they

Compare,compete(how)/

This nigga's hot off of

Other niggas(who)/

I come around and make niggas

Hot I microwave-oven

Niggas(chea)/ ur career need

Direction I might cover

Niggas(I might)/ little

Deodorant eaters I big

Brother niggas/ like my young

Boys ur just learning how

To trap(trap)/ last year

U was trash ur just learning

How to rap(ha)/ listen to the

Radio like the nerve of these

Niggas/ if ya boss wasn't my

Man I'd service these niggas(fo real)/ mixtape general

Love I gotta scoop that/ nigga

It's riot or diet they gonna

Salute stack/ love showed love

He was the 1st to play 'em/

Bundles,banks,vaige I'd be the

1st to pay 'em(chea)/ how the

Fuck I'm gonna forget where

I'm from when I'm still

Here(how)/ around so much

Money but I'm still square/

I still share everything wit

The g's/ and I'm on my 5th

Car they're all parked in the

P's(yes sir)/ I'm just being

Me and niggas on my dick/

Keep reinventing myself like

Robin thicke(fra)/ if I fell

Off it's off the up and coming list/ I'd been

Graduated nigga I'm up and running

Bitch(bitch)/ went from mr.

Monday night to the weatherman(so what)/ go head

Ask urself who the better man(who)/ spit it next to Fab

Made classics wit Joe(fra)/ a'int hard to tell I'd done

Mastered the flow(nah)/ and I'm fashion savy(um), shit my

Fly damn near defines gravity/ u tryna take a stab

At me/ one way or another I'm all u hear(why)/ so much ghost

Writing I don't have time for my career(nah)/ casper of the

Rappers boo!these niggas scared of me/ is this fuckin

Mic on is ya'll hearn me/ every once in a while I get

Tired of hearn ya'll(what)/ and come back around just in

Time to raise the bar/ mothafuckas.

So don't even think I'm twiddlin my thumbs nigga,

When u don't hear me I'm twiddlin for them(ha), whatchu

Know about checks other niggas names on it and my

Names on it, shit like that. U don't know what the fuck I'm

Talkn bout, gettn money though. It a'int hard to tell.

U see them toys, I be in them places where niggas be gettin

Money and all that, I be havin that shit on(that shit on).

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Thanks to Mike Lock

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