Stacy Krabs - Kill Stacy

They want smoke

Picked the right one

Nigga, where my gun?

Hit one, he drop to the floor

Then I hit his cuz

Got his guts hanging out his side

Make it hard to run

Other homie skrt off in the whip

Said, «Man, I got a son.»

Chase him down, fill him up with slugs

Boy, I’on give a fuck

Niggas think it’s sweet like Hersheys

Heaters come and melt you up

Belt you up, leavin welts and stuff

I tried to tell you, bruh

Mess with us

Uzi get cracking shit like a shell, you nuts

Pull up in a mask and I get it like where it at?

Big gat make a faggot start spazzing, have heart attack

Stats at the maximum, do the same for my stacks

Rats get to tattling, whack em and clean the traps

And y’all need to stick to rapping bout sadness cause that’s a fact

And you need to quit the rapping bout blasting and running laps

You ain’t never had no smoke and I see that that shit a act

Matter fact, pull up on me wherever, I never lack

Think you bout it like you P, I’ll take the Ps up off yo ass

Think you clout you a fiend, I put the laser on yo head

Take that laser off yo head and put that shit up on yo mans

Niggas want to laugh and joke, I cannot entertain it

Cause I’m in this shit for music and mula, not entertainment

And you faking, trying to get famous

Lil boy, that’s not how you make it

Just face it, that shit you doing ain’t doing nothing, you basic

Bitch I feel like Krabs in the bank

Bitch I feel like Krabs in that motherfucking safe

Where my cake bitch?

Bitch I feel like Krabs in the bank

Bitch I feel like Krabs in the safe

Where the fuck is my pay?

Bitch