4KTAY - Kat Stacks (feat. JD Ballin) Lyrics

Yeah, uh, yeah, feel me, feel me, uh, uh, uh
Nigga losin' and he hatin, he a bad sport
How the hell you walk around tall but your bag short
Niggas swear they fly, where your passport?
He look like Mandark, he a mad dork

Feel like Ice Cube, I'm all about the Benjamins
Steppin' over puddles of the pain in my Timberlands
A rack for the jacket, yeah, the drip came from vetements
Running shit for a minute, yall just some minute men
Nigga point at me when she ask where stacks at
Thinking he a Soulja Boy, you Cat Stacks
Niggas got Doodoo in, designer packs
Boy, get your money up, where the Za at

How the f*ck you ballin, nigga, you don't get it
How the f*ck she fat but don't care she got thick skin
Niggas transform for the bitches, call him Ben 10
How the f*ck your name ring no bells but you been him
Flexin' on your page, nigga, what you really like
Niggas love to hate niggas, even more than whites
If the Casa makes her loose, ain't no way her pussy tight
Man, I knew it was a wrap the way she spittin' on my mic

Cute in the face, thin waist, but she got ass
Ratchy lil shorty from the hood, but she got class
Nigga, that's a girl of your dreams, I might pass
Oh, you thought it was a game
Oh, you thought it was a game
I might smash
Just to get you mad

Bust on her T-shirt, now it's off-white
She said we better as friends, now we f*ckin' all night
F*ckin' on my teacher, nutty professor
No hands on the wheel, caught neck in a Tesla

Even though we not together, better not cheat
Hundred dollars for the Uber, rather beat my meat
Hope she never find happiness if it's not with me

Bitch, you better not kiss me in the morning, you ain't brush your teeth
Bitch, if you ain't talkin' bout f*ckin, you get left on scene
How the f*ck you walkin' with that bitch when she left with me

Break up just to make up, Maybelline
Told her that my life is a movie and she made a scene
Told me that she want, Prada, Prada, Prada
Woke up on her birthday, got nada, nada, nada
Call me Mad Max, I'm a shotta, shotta, shotta
Dripped in all designer, I'm balenciaga poppa

Really made her pause when lil' shorty seen them commas
Too much money to f*ck raw, so I'm pullin' out a condom