Max B - Letter To Stack Bundles Lyrics
Uh, what's good my niggaFeel I write you a lil' kypeLet you know what's going on out hereYeahDear Mr. Rayquon ElliottThey knew you as Stacks, I never meant to call out your aliasYou prolly think I'm being rebellious, but that ain't the caseYou turnin' over in ya graveListenin' to flows that nigga spitThat me and you help developAnd oh, I *****ed that nigga *****Reminisce the days in the studio, we was makin' hitsCan I roll wit' you, crunch time, hooks, no punchlinesCrooks, no one time, we was all wave, look at nowJim only sold 10 thouPut his men down, they ain't have a shotPut a lil' arsenal together, Yung Los, Mustard, and Al PacHow hot?, niggaz think they are when they up againstDropped the Quarantine, all the *****es in love wit' itSee me after shows, gimme groupie loveCopped the 750-L.I. when they see me in the Coupe they love, lugie upCopped a new crib for my wifey, 'bout to start trialMarty, my prosecutor, tried to knife meTried to put me back in the oranges, they want filet mignoneCheese grits, and omeletsProblem is, always had me heart in itTold you from the jump that he's a creep, money was just a part of itNigga wanted both our styles, my hooks, your flowsOur song, Chrissy was in the car aloneAll the while, he was out at nights, eye twerkin'Puttin' together waves, we was surfin', nigga came burstin'Flyin' through the doors tryna kick my whores out on the street (Damn)After I'm three songs deepNow I got my own lab, two Mac ProsGot the Digi-3 Pro Tools, Bigga got the vocalBigga got the (got the) soul foodChicken, macaroni with the cheese, that's my homie now, Big MookOh F O, he tried to slow me down, told me nephew showed discipline***** aint' money, time to get it inNigga these *****es come late and get ya paper, did the bidBut the nigga got 8 kidsAnyway, back to the matter at hand, it's all the songsEverybody on Hot 9, they usin' AutotunesNiggaz is not wavy, Gravy, played the B.I.G. movieI went to see it, woozy, moodyAnd on that note, I'm 'bout to end this shitSqua-Squaaad UpReally I'm representin', yeahRepresentin' babyMy letter to Stack BundlesYeah, let ya know what's going onProlly turnin' over in ya graveI love my family (*****in' wit' this man)I love the way that we used to be (got me against the ropes)Niggaz is gettin' treesSee I got that Sour D's and that Juicy Juicy (Boss Don Biggavel')Baby you found my nameWe at the penthouse, let these hoes stay-yayTell me why the road turnedNigga ain't do one of theseWhere's the dedication, where's the homage***** him, I got you niggaGot so many hits together dogSo crazy. so wavyAbra-cadabra, pen-a-towM.O.B. 1, so many songs manLetter to StacksBoss Don Biggavel', Oww
