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Gunna - Stackin It Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Run that back, Turbo
Yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant)
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (Nah)
Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn)
Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah)
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four)
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Rees' (Nah)
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah)
Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I'm back in it (Back in it)
Me and Young Nechie is back in it (Back in it)
Straight off the beat, Gunna rappin' it (Rappin' it)
Used to have bands and they cappin' it (Yeah)
Stars in the ceiling, they galaxy (Stars)
Bitches with different nationalities (Woah)
You fuck niggas cause a commodity
Shoot him up, leave his body on Mallory (Huh)
Wasn’t the type to be born in that life
But still got me some stripes like a referee (Referee)
I was still holdin' on but they thought I was off
When I took that lil' loss, they weren't there for me (Weren't there for me)
I bossed up myself and I bossed up my niggas (Boss)
Go look at they ice (Ice), they got clarity (Ice)
I was broke as a bitch but I went and got rich (Yeah, yeah)
Now my kids gon' have M's, they inherited (Inherited)
Finesse (Finesse), ain't breaking no sweat
I went got a check and I married it (Check)
Oh yes, oh yes, I'm flexin' the best (Oh, yes)
My Bugatti broad, she got glass in it
I'm mixin' this Wock', I'm sippin' this Tech
They came straight from Indianapolis
I land in D.C. and pull up at Bliss
Then pick up a backend in Maryland
[Chorus: Gunna]
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant)
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (Nah)
Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn)
Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah)
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four)
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Rees' (Nah)
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah)
Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Nechie]
Bitch, I'm a big stepper (Yeah)
Third letter, I'ma big repper (Yeah, yeah)
Flawless my diamonds, my wrist wetter (Yeah)
I might pull on 'em with twin Berettas, oh yeah
I'll knock 'em off if you get in the street
Teach a nigga just for playin' with me (Yeah)
Ain't no cappin' it
Stackin' my money, I'm trappin' it
I bought that big body, bitch I'm a king like big Charlie
Your bitch a fiend, yeah, she dick hungry
I gave her dick, she a dick junkie
That's a fool, switcheroo
Runnin' your mouth just like bitches do
Hop out with sticks, nigga peek-a-boo
Cut him like motherfuckin' scissors do
Put that boy right in the blender
Catch your bitch and just watch how I bend her
Don't do the dates and the dinner boo
I give you something to remember boo
I slide my dick across her temple
Bitch, I'm a savage, animal
Your bitch eat dick, she a cannibal
Nechie, Nechie, so Hannibal, bet you havin' it
[Chorus: Gunna]
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant)
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (Nah)
Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn)
Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah)
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four)
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my bracelets get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Rees' (Nah)
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah)
Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)