[Lyric] Careless (Tee Grizzley)

[Intro: YNW Melly & Tee Grizzley]
Yeah-yeah, YNW
Young Grizzley World
Slatt, suwoop (Suwoop), slatt
Yeah, yeah
Slatt

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & YNW Melly]
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Stack)
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Racks, racks)
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Racks)
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Racks, racks)
Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks
Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks (Racks, racks)
Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks
Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that (Stacks, stacks)

[Post-Chorus: YNW Melly]
He gon' make me spend them bands on you (Yeah)
They gon' make me spend them bands on them (Yeah)
Please don't make me spend them bands on you (Yeah)
That .40 on our waist and wе ready to shoot
[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
Hundred-round on the Draco and a fifty-round on thе carbon
.22 clip in the Kel-Tec, fuck bygones or pardons
Got a snubnose and a shotty (Shotty), nigga move wrong, get bodied (Bodied)
Seventeen shots in the Glock 17, aim right where you heart is (Heart is)
Four-hundred hollows in the HK, get a nigga whacked (Get a nigga whacked)
Draco spit .223's, how did it fuck around and cause a earthquake?
Heard his organs spilled, nigga hit him up in the worst way (Worst way)
I crashed quicker than my second week out of jail in the white Merce's (Merce's)
Uh, spin the block with a Glock, do you spin again?
Shoot the bitch, set 'em off, we ain't settin' trends

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Oh yeah)
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Oh yeah)
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Oh yeah)
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps (Yeah)
Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks
Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks (Yeah)
Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks
Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Woke up in a whole 'nother bag (Which one?)
Neck cost a dog food slab (Whole crib)
Don't do beef on the net (Nah)
I don't talk bags on the jack (Nah)
Get home with the racks and add to the stash
Twelve-dollar kush, pull up to the trap
Is the club computer-friendly? (Why?)
Bro tryna get in with the MAC (Grrra)
We gon' stack, stack, stack, nigga (Stack, stack, stack, stack)
We could go rack for rack for rack, nigga (Rack for rack for rack for rack)
We don't make rap-cap hits (No)
Bro really gon' splat your shit (Fye-fye)
Real hundreds, no catfish, bitch (No catfish)
Big bags got the trap lit, bitch (Got the trap lit)
Starin' at the sky (Starin' at the sky), not the clouds, the watch (Skydweller)
Talk loud, get dropped (There he go)
Baow-baow, goodbye (He out of here)
Skelly made by Audemars (Audemars)
Bust down keep me out of the dark (Out the dark)
My niggas look just like humans (Like humans)
Don't be fooled, we sharks (Baow)
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps
Stack a lot of facts, tote a whole lot of straps
Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks
Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks
Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of racks
Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that

[Post-Chorus: YNW Melly]
He gon' make me spend them bands on you
They gon' make me spend them bands on them
Please don't make me spend them bands on you
That .40 on our waist and we ready to shoot