Stacks & Flips

[Chorus: Street Lord Juan] And I'm trapped in this Every day of life is stack and flip Stick got me leaning like Actavis Tell me what's the meaning of having this Life without money and having shit Bitches, money, ice and packages Mattress straps and Lambs and shit Bitches, money, ice and packages, stacks and flips And I'm trapped in this Spin a nigga's wife, fucking actresses Send 'em over night to my addresses Bitches, money, ice and packages, stacks and flips [Verse 1: Street Lord Juan] Spent years on the low, did ten, came home Fifty thousand hundred dollar bills in the floor Food saved up, who raised us? Lost everything, probably gonna never change Polished on every lane, cocaine what my team got What you need? What you say? Huh On Hell Block, who gon' save y'all? Gettin' money every day, ain't no days off That's the mentality, trap for the salary Mack 'cause I gotta be, strapped, fuck a felony Cats in the cellar, B, scatless you better be Fast and you better squeeze, shrapnel instead of flee 'Cause ain't no cowards over here, nigga Lead showers for you weird niggas Wipe the powder off your beard, nigga Think you doing too much, I think I'm doing too much Boldy [Verse 2: Boldy James] Out in Sin City, it get real chilly Come and spin with me, get a real bricky for the Ken Griffey Big striggy for when shit get real sticky It get real tricky, know I been litty with them big fifties Kept a slim thicky in the Benz with me Now it's big Bentley, niggas wasn't shooting at the rim with me Never wasn't in the gym with me, never spin with me 'Til the clip empty, didn't know that I was him really Big willie, now these niggas tryna sin with me Win with me, but is he gon take it on the chin if he Get flicked with me? Really keep it real with me Real nigga, I never let 'em cut a deal with me Field trippin OT on a pill mission Lost a quarter mill, know my niggas split Ms with me Glock 26, that's a dimwitty Switch on the glick, youngin gon spin 'til he get dizzy [Verse 3: Mafia Double Dee] Three K's like the Ku Klux, quick to chuck the deuce up Press up another deuce and put a seven on it Cut it with the sleeping beauty like it's melatonin Niggas hella scurvy, I'm just worried 'bout 'em telling on us Never tougher than our gang, they was bailin on us Caught his hand in the cookie jar and upped the FN on us Right number, I'll front it to whoever want it All white meat turkey, had to put the dressing on it Selling pills really to the hillbillies Got the kill billy for a steel, really in the field drilling Big ten milli, niggas been dealy Zips ten fifty out in Twin City made a real killing Still chilling at the top, niggas still stealing Sauce that they got from me and Blocks, got my wheels spinning Still spinning blades, ice on the woodgrain Floor seat tix, rocking mics at the Bulls game [Chorus: Street Lord Juan] And I'm trapped in this Everyday of life is stack and flip Stick got me leaning like Actavis Tell me what's the meaning of having this Life without money and having shit Bitches, money, ice and packages Mattress straps and Lambs and shit Bitches, money, ice and packages, stacks and flips And I'm trapped in this Spin a nigga's wife, fucking actresses Send 'em over night to my addresses Bitches, money, ice and packages, stacks and flips