Stack It Up - Alley Boy

(Hook)

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring

You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These *****es wanna *****, get on like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

(Verse)

I keep the bands on my wrist, half a mill on my *****

She droppin gin to sag on my sh*t, foreign hoes all on my dick

*****in law, I could play for a *****in case

I could play for it, 200 pounds a day

Ni**a all them boys *****in pay for it

Big titties, fake booty

Got a big dick, ***** get to it

You ni**a minds I influence

DT, they tattooed

I got DD on drone

Cubans pour it in my cup

Cuban kush all in my lungs

We clean and play for the chrome

Don’t say love like I want, I wanna look at my charm

I’m stretching like Yao Ming, always my money long

As I took to Milan but I was on it else a phone

Cuz my paper like Yao Ming, these niggas just putting on

For real

(Hook)

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring

You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These *****es wanna *****, get on like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

(Verse)

Okay I stand tall with that China white, uh call that Yao Ming

I don’t ***** with these ***** niggas

They all singing like Al Green

We well respected, well connected

My money long and my cars clean

Gold rimes in my Aston Martin

No rollin ***** cuz my cars clean

New Lamborghini but it’s go slow

That b******t you think it won’t work

I’m on Chi Twon, meet my ni**a dirt

Ni**a run up on me wrong

***** ni**a get murked, bang bang ni**a

White bricks duckin from the chain gang ni**a

***** back, head shot, playin HAM ni**a

Same w**d, brain finger, main thing ni**a

Keep it real, can’t tell me they ain’t gang niggas

Black masks, we ain’t never gangbang ni**a

Matt Black coming through the love lane ni**a

You a ball playin in the shots game ni**a

F then, straight through yo best game ni**a

Hold up, let me slow it down for these ***** boys

We loud, joint loud, we make enough noise

(Hook)

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring

You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These *****es wanna *****, get on like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

(Verse)

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob

Alley Boy took big bank that the Sosa at 6, little Biggie duct tape em all

50000 at home

‘cause yo girl chasin on my stomach

Slowly you gon probably he’ll do nothing

Hit him one thing, he screw with my number

Runnin too long but I’m showin no pity

A Town gun, ***** this my city

Jordan blowed, she ate my steak

Home of the brave, ni**a ***** yo city

Alley Boy a gold mine, I’mma go with this child

Ni**a got me in the dirt

With all these DT’s in they face and all the LV’s on my shirt

Money long like Yao Ming, there’s the chain, there’s no green

Best K4, there ain’t no lean

To a ***** ni**a there ain’t no team

My paper talkin, my tape dogs

2 puffs on, you outlaw

Pray you beat me, hand choppa

50 rounds, face off

(Hook)

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring

You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming