Gold Stacks / Maybach Truck lyrics

[Part I: Gold Stacks]

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, n*gga
Uh, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
My gang over everything, switch my car then switch my b*tch
Servin' dog food through different nights, type of sh*t you breed a pit'
Pour dirty cups, muddy leave a stain, yo' sh*t dodgy 'cause it's Tris
Well, hoes and trust, I ain't got a thing, I'm Ray Charles into that b*tch, uh
I don't wanna shoot no dice unless we bettin' on gold stacks
Lil' bruh slime and and pulled a cold move just for them cover racks
They wiped his nose without no clue, just like Fatt Fox, he got' get back
These n*ggas more like mice and move, I bring out cheese just to kill a rat, ayy
Hit they trap, the 'bows still down, in they end zone, pull a sack
n*gga play, they get walked down, take his life, he can't come back
All these 'bows and zones I'm servin', trappin' like my granny back
These n*ggas keep dyin' from makin' songs, but they ain't learn from that
I ain't got no offer, no ho, I know my country Black
Ho, where your tonsils at?

[Part II: Maybach Truck]

[Verse]
This a Maybach truck, uh, what you driving in?
Uh, been renting from days to months
No pink slip, he ain't buyin' the Benz (Uh-uh)
Spent fixty-six nights up on the bump
Stood tall in the joint, got no fear in the man (Uh-uh)
They say revenge the best of all plans
Want to be real, want to take you a chance
Way I hide the stick inside the Maybach truck, you would thought I make it bend
Way I had it, b*tch, you would think I'm takin' her down, whole time, I'm breakin' her in
Return back home to the street, I get nothing
From nothing to somethin', bet I'll do it again
[Outro]
I'm really chill inside this Maybach truck, they thinkin' 'bout touchin' the kid