Stack Your Grip Songtext
von Doja Clik

Ain′t no set, ridin' for me
So I ain′t trippin' off no set, I'm ′bout money
D-O-E, cream is my thing
I got my mug on mean when I hit the scene
Let my nuts swing and be king
Suckers on the scheme
Low-life busta muthafuckas livin′ nothin' but a dream
A fiend lost to reality
You feel presence of evil when you got a fat salary
Know what that means? You gots to loc up
Self love, adjust the world, middle finger up
Every day I fight the devil always in my face
Got the next man′s green, tryin' to take my place
Any month in the world, you knew it when they said
I′d rather stack a grip, than mop in a shed
They hate it that you made it so they tryin' to fade it
Suckers scheme for the cream, you in the game, better play it


Stack your grip, don′t trip off no punk shit
Be a hustla, bitch, maybe your wig won't get split
Stack your grip, don't trip off no punk shit
Be a hustla, bitch, maybe your wig won′t get split
Stack your grip, don′t trip off no punk shit
Be a hustla, bitch, maybe your wig won't get split
Stack your grip, don′t trip, don't trip
Muthafucka, I′m born to die in this shit

I'm flippin′ shit, removin' niggas, hoes and keys
A bitch in my mix don't want me to succeed
Reimburse, the money comes first
An eye for an eye, snitch bitch rest in dirt
No high sidin′, just playa pimp-style ridin′
2-0-9 Nuts is drivin', automatic busta connivin′
Penetrate, stand far from fate
Can't no one fade when it comes to this game
I′m trustin' no slut, just me on my own
Ready to buck from dusk ′til dawn, tryin' to take them bitches home
It's serious business, a troop can′t be slippin′
Gettin' took out the establishment, secret segregation
Ride or die, give us a try
It′s always the next man that wants your life
Two for the money, and none for the hoes
Find a way to get lit, don't your clique take his clothes?


Stack your grip, don′t trip off no punk shit
Be a hustla, bitch, maybe your wig won't get split
Stack your grip, don′t trip off no punk shit
Be a hustla, bitch, maybe your wig won't get split
Stack your grip, don't trip off that punk shit
Be a hustla, bitch, maybe your wig won′t get split
Stack your grip, don′t trip, don't trip
Muthafucka, I′m born to die in this shit

Check game
This is young Ren, daddy side baller grabbin' his nuts
Down for my scratch, and killin′ all these punk ass chumps
Dump on that ass, for the fact they playa hate me
About a hundred muthafuckas wanna fade me
But I'm too crazy, step to me with bullshit
I′ll bust hot ones in that ass, empty the whole clip
Made by a snitch, that's why them suckers fall so quick
And if you ain't down for your scratch, you must be a punk ass bitch
Punk ass bitch, all up on my nutsack
Punk ass bitch, you need to get the fuck back
You need to fuckers to mind on bein′ a straight up hustla
Unless you want to be a broke ass busta
You fuckin′ bitch-made punk muthafucka rose
Wanna fuck the Ren? You fuckin' with your funeral

Stack your grip, don′t trip off no punk shit
Be a hustla, bitch, maybe your wig won't get split
Stack your grip, don′t trip off no punk shit
Be a hustla, bitch, maybe your wig won't get split
Stack your grip, don′t trip off no punk shit
Be a hustla, bitch, maybe your wig won't get split
Stack your grip, don't trip, don′t trip

Make that cash and dash