Stack the blues lyrics

[Intro]
(Faw Rifa)

[Verse: Shy & 3200 Tre]
I get too mad, I might chock a b*tch
When I got my big purse, I be totin' sh*t
She only cute in the sh*t 'cause I sold the 'fit
She only gettin' money now 'cause I showed the b*tch
You might've been around me once if you was lucky
Flirt wit' 'em, then go all year, but he don't touch me
Feelin' c*cky in this b*tch, you can't hug me
Thick as hell, smellin' like Come f*ck Me
A type of b*tch that a n*gga can't be seen wit'
b*tches happy 'bout the money, they ain't seen sh*t
Make a bag before noon, not them real grits
It's kinda sweet how he suck 'em, I got rеal tits
Re-up before thе bag gone, so I can see my pros
sh*t gettin' messy in this b*tch if I call my bros
All the weed I smoke for free 'cause I got them 'bows
He wit' his ho, but still gon' Cash App me for them toes
Chillin, smokin' wit' my fiend 'cause he a wrapper too
Give a f*ck about your weed, I smoke rapper too
Got some hoes that'll do you in for a rack or two
And every time I set the play, I get a pack or few
And f*ck that sh*t y'all talkin' 'bout, we get active too
I like to spend my money green and we stack the blues (Hm, it's Thirty)
I like to spend my money green and we stack the blues (Faw Rifa)
[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
Hm, I'on know who dog is, I'm finna tax this dude
You see how I play in games, I'm not a practice dude
Hit a n*gga in his sh*t and make his bracket move
I had a QP on me in class, I used to trap in school
Hm, I get fresh everyday 'cause that's what rappers do
Hm, you be lyin' on the 'net 'cause that's what cappers do
I can dance on the dope like Mike Jackson do
Like, grab a spoon and a pot, and do the backwards move
Hm, is you daddy baby or not?
Why you tryna up the price? Do your daddy hate me or not?
You think I'm rich? Your idea of money can't be allot
The f*ck you book that trip for? Bae, you coulda gave me a Glock
Hm, shout out to all the pretty b*tches, you gotta love 'em
Don't bring no fat asses around me, I gotta rub it
Hm, you not my type if you can't give me head in public
Hm, I can't go for loose pus*y, it gotta hug me
Have some patience wit' me, baby, I be thuggin'
Stop trippin' on me 'bout these b*tches, I be hustlin'
Mama, I'm not them other n*ggas, you can trust me
This Ruger big, go grab your tote, so you can tuck it