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lirik lagu make em stack – rc

[intro : mickeydoo] mickeydoo on the beat!

(yeah, yeah)

[chorus : deus haze]
this is the moment i’ve been waiting for
don’t need no ep, that sh*t get me bored (get me bored!)
just bought this gt, call me henry ford
tryna’ get these racks, make em stack but i ain’t tryna’ h**rd (tryna’ h**rd!)
[refrain : r*c]
ay, makin’ stacks
b*tch get off me when i chase my bag, makin’ racks
hide my uzi and my money in my maybach
don’t get it twisted this a debut not a comeback, this ain’t no comeback

[verse 1 : r*c]
yeah, i sing for the moment! feel like b*rabbit down the 8 mile road (8 mile, 8 mile, 8 mile)
never had a lot of friends, never even had a girl but i rap like busta rhymes (woo!) that snorted some coke (ay!)
i used to be the nice guy, always let sh*t slide but now you wanna f*ck with me? b*tch don’t even try!
i see through lies, you’re sniffin’ up lines, too drugged up to spit i guess the rap games mine (bap!)

been an underdog like rocky balboa
not an average joe, i beat you down like samoa
people wanna square up, truth is they never show up
now i’m feelin’ bossed up ever since my glow*up
f*ck a drill scene i’m on my own sh*t
real ones go do it to support their kids (mmm)
wanna get rich? go work, this ain’t a make*a*wish
got snakes sayin’ “remember me?” b*tch you ain’t sl!ck! (ain’t sl!ck!)
f*ck being mellow, i’m comin’ in blazin!
never lost the vibes i had in brazy! (brazy! brazy!)
the world ain’t a good place always tryna’ break me
got a middle finger right here, test me! (b*tch!)
hard to be an angel when the devil wanna tempt you
wanna join a gang but i’d make more money through, rappin on the mic, every day every night, just movin’ on flights, just livin’ that boujee life (pssh!)
[chorus : deus haze]
this is the moment i’ve been waiting for
don’t need no ep, that sh*t get me bored (get me bored!)
just bought this gt, call me henry ford
tryna’ get these racks, make em stack but i ain’t tryna’ h**rd (tryna’ h**rd!)
[refrain : r*c]
ay, makin’ stacks
b*tch get off me when i chase my bag, makin’ racks
hide my uzi and my money in my maybach
don’t get it twisted this a debut not a comeback, this ain’t no comeback

[verse 2 : r*c]
no one wants to see me thrive (no!), except my guys (mmhm!) that’ve been there (yuh!) through my darkest times
and i wonder why these ho’s wanna call my phone now that i’m in my prime (get the f*ck off my d*ck you b*tch!)
everybody wanna f*ck with me cause i’m movin’ on up, i think my limits beyond the sky (sky! sky!)
sh*t, let’s see how high my ass can fly!

(can fly! can fly! can fly! can fly!)

breakin’ all the barriers, comin’ in various ways, b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe, legendary like my names k (woo!) dot on ya forehead, from the gun that’s loaded, gonna twist it, pop it (ay!), like its bop it! (ay!)
i’m solo in the c*ckpit, han me a cup of gin, i’m losin’ control of the plane but i got more drank that i need to sip (chill!), sh*t
imma down the whole bottle (yuh!) till i’m feelin’ sick (woo!), ay!

[verse 3 : lil am]
(woo!)
make em stack, right (huh?)
one bad b*tch at the red light (ouu!)
another b*tch’s throat on the pipe (ayy!)
xans and percs all night (brrr!)
b*tch go buss it
sober and bored so i’m back on my f*ck sh*t (ayy!)
imma go dress up ain’t for no function
ion like you so f*ck it (yuh!)
straight up
you f*ckin’ idiot see ya later (woo!)
wearing lacoste alligator (brrr!)
ugly ass b*tch get some make up (huh! aah!)

wait
2 ap’s i’m still late
b*tch this baby ain’t got no cake (yuh!)

(gotem!)

cash in the bank and i pull out 100 racks (ay!)
imma go get me a baby and call her that (brrr!)
stupid ass b*tch always tryna call me back
i ain’t about it, get the f*ck out it
glock on my waist (ooo!)
you don’t wanna taste
i’m at my base
in my element
slapping the bass
can’t see my face
smoke on my face
huh, ayy!

- rc

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