Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stashhouse, artist - Smoke DZA. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Song language: English
Stashhouse |
| Listen, yeah |
| It’s all C shit, bitch |
| (183rd Street) |
| The young vet for the bucks, let’s be honest |
| The way I structure it, timeless |
| The nigga mean, you call a queen, I’m bustin' nuts on your highness |
| But never mind it, guys come 'round with RFC |
| Prepare, friend, only the red skin like you RG3 |
| Caught a flea from them, runnin' a stampede to win |
| I’ve been havin' dreams since ten, government gon' seize your Benz |
| I seize the night |
| Niggas backstabbin' like they Caesar, have you seein' lights |
| Played the bitch role like you Madea, man, you need a wife |
| Boy, I’m shootin' threes, precise, endin' up a mil' |
| That ain’t even basketball, that’s for any other drill, nigga |
| He a sinner and a savior combined |
| Lyin' 'bout his own thoughts, he done made up his mind (Right) |
| First off, I’d like to say a few things (One, two, one, two) |
| I’m one of the greatest rappers breathin' if we’re labelling |
| The game tried to ice me out like how Jesus hang |
| But I wrote this in hieroglyphics, shit, this sacred game |
| You can put this with the artifacts, artifacts |
| Penned around the world, shit, I autographed the almanac |
| Foreign spots, I’m good there, most these rappers all be cap |
| Big bro, you know the vibes, I’m like yeah, if you call it that |
| Judge me by my character, nigga, this is more than rap |
| How many your favorite rappers I done quarterbacked? |
| Livin' legend, that’s proof, the fables always triple back through |
| Learned to hustle since back Triple F.A.T. |
| Goose |
| Had some hiccups tryna get up, had to live with that too |
| Shit, it was all about the dollar, nah, not Little Rascal |
| Kick down doors with pistols like hold up |
| Cristal, I pour up, this bout is over |
| Lo, top of the fiscal, I never not been official |
| Rerockin' the crystal, street nigga, got my credentials (Facts) |
| Ex-drug dealer, at the car dealer |
| And they tryna convince me, «Lo, please get the drop 'cause it fits you» |
| Remove the roof and I pull up like Pampers |
| Hop out lookin' like scammers, started as a ten grammer |
| Shooter with me keep the hammer |
| Watch your mouth 'fore you make my G pop, word to grandma |
| He been with me since the sandlot |
| Youngest tryna ball, base was fuckin' with the big dawgs |
| Dealin' ten seasons, now this rap shit is my spin-off |
| Turnin' off my trap phone, let me get my pen off |
| I get off on everything I get on, don’t get odd |
| Hoppin' in the Pit-orsche with your bit-oh, then I skit off |
| Before she eat the gun, she wipe the Fenty on her lips off (Nasty) |
| Mack daddy, fucked her so good before she spinned off |
| Left with her fuckin' pants backwards, all criss-crossed |
| Lo |