Nechie & 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 Amiris (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 f*ck niggas ’cause a commodity
Shoot him up, leave his body on [?] (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)
Now look at they ice (Ice), it got clarity (Ice)
I was broke as a bitch but I went and got rich (Yeah, yeah)
Now my kids gon’ have Ms, they inherit it (Inherit it)
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 TEC
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 Amiris (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 star (Yeah)
.30 loaded, I’ma big [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Flawless my diamonds, my wristwatch (Yeah)
I might pull on ’em with twin rods, 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 bitch body, bitch, I’m a king like big [?]
Your bitch a fiend, yeah, she dig [?]
I gave her dick, she a dick junky
That’s a fool, switcheroo
Runnin’ your mouth just like bitches do
Hop out with sticks, nigga, peek-a-boo
Cut him like motherf*ckin’ 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 [?]
Bitch, I’m a savage, animal
Your bitch eat dick, she a cannibal
Nechie, Nechie, so [?], 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 braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain’t no damn Amiris (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)