[Hook] I dont give a fuck in his pants that he packing I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I dont give a fuck in his pants that he packing I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction
[Verse 1] Homeboy get back, you don't know how to act Nah you can't get a kiss yo breath smell like the pack No I do not want a set of keys Little ass boy go to Chuck E Cheese I ain't tryna do no good deed So I ain't rolling up no nigga weed To keep shit straightforward, I dont fuck for it I talk for it How a nigga think he finna touch me When he can't touch my aux cord? I'ts my way or no way now he wanna make up like Olay I was in his mouth just like Colgate Melted on his head just like snowflakes [Hook]
[Verse 2] Play with him for the money like deal or no deal Learn not to catch feelings that shit dont be real All I know how to do is get cash I pass like the dick trash These niggas act a ass they a make a good cast Motherfuckers always lying (lying bitch) Shorty keep two sides on the side and I ain't talking Gemini's Yeah, he a hoe fosho', but that ain't gone slow my dough Fuck a ex give me them O's, this ain't tic-tac-toe
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43550944