Stock X

(Nah, I got y'all fools this time, hit it)

Yeah (Bullet), yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Carlos is here)

Yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

Yeah, prices going

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Prices going up (Up, up), Stock X

Heard that boy, he trying to make a fuss, I tell him, "Stop that"

Running to the bucks, yup, yup, oh, that's a guap pack

Heard that boy, he talking 'bout what's up, but he ain't 'bout that, 'bout that

Uh, yeah, its over

I said it's over

I'm getting older

Louis V. Loafers

I don't do those, bruh

I said that's a no, bruh

Feel like Casanova

Stick inna the holster

And she feeling so astounding

She floating like a mountain

And I drip down like a fountain

Huh, somebody save him, he's drowning, huh

I got that mud like a pallet, huh

Nobody copy the talent, huh

I wanna win like I'm Khaled, huh

I get the green like a salad, yeah (Hit it)

Yeah, yeah, shoutout Jesus Christ

Yeah, he in my life, uh

I pray every night, uh

Pull up to the light, uh

Tell that boy, "Goodnight"

Okay, so now he act alright

Please don't kill my vibe

I've been on my grind

You can't waste my time

Get up out of line

I don't know her sign

You and me was so relaxed

Maybe we can double that

Get a rack and cuddle that

You know I've been over that (Hit it)

Huh, yeah, over that

Huh, yeah, I'm over that

I've been getting loads of that, huh

Get ahold of that, huh

Where the soda at?

Got her rolling back

I done got control of that

I done schemed the cul-de-sac

I just threw a touchdown, I feel like the quarterback

Threw it to the runningback

I know he ain't coming back

Made a play, a couple racks

I got Ruby, where's Max?

I can't even take a nap

Watch dog, ain't talking hacks (Hit it)

Prices going up, Stock X (Uh, uh)

Heard that boy, he trying to make a fuss, I tell him, "Stop that"

Running to the bucks, yup, yup, oh, that's a guap pack

Heard that boy, he talking 'bout what's up, but he ain't 'bout that, 'bout that

Uh, yeah, its over

I said it's over

I'm getting older

Louis V. Loafers

I don't do those, bruh

I said that's a no, bruh

Feel like Casanova

Stick inna the holster (Hit it)