Stacks on Stacks KrispyLife Kidd

[Chorus]
I want stacks stacked on top of stacks stacked on top of stacks
I want racks stacked on top of racks stacked on top of racks
I want—

[Verse 1]
Huh, hundred, hundred, hundred, hun—
Hundred, hundred blues in my pocket, I'm a Crip tonight
Psych, no matter how many blues, I can't Crip it right
In this bitch tweakin', I'm in the club mixin' dark with light
We would've popped Jody ass, we ain't park no bike
That nigga Mike licensed up around this bitch, go'n, start that fight
I got three different colors in my kit, this a trio piece
Y'all boys looked broke as fuck when he dropped that Rio piece
Y'all niggas my sons off of Kidd and Rio piece
Y'all boys gotta stop nut-ridin', y'all DOD
Y'all be dead on dick
What y'all get booked for, I just spent that in Rick
I spent a lot, hundrеd thousand just for my kit
I'm super P, I make a bitch pay for that pic
I ain't no trick, but I'd pay a bitch for that lick
I wouldn't fly down Mackin with a bitch, let alonе a trip

[Chorus]
I want stacks stacked on top of stacks stacked on top of stacks
I want racks stacked on top of racks stacked on top of racks
I want—