Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
Yea yea, you know I gotta
Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
Yea yea, you know I gotta
Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
Yea yea, you know I gotta
Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
What's the nigga equivalent of resting bitch face
Cuz I got it and call it my resting get off my dick face
The way I'm smoking beats you gotta think the shit laced
Cuz only way you writing nice as me is if my shit traced
Leaning on my f*cking ego like a kickstand
All my shots sinking like the whole court quicksand
Twist flows, got syllables in the figure four
The (W)raps on my head weigh a ton, this nigga Piccolo
Bet that nigga thought he ill as me, but no he wasn't
Bet ya brother hear ya shit and say you only cousins
Watch the fans go global up from only dozens
All the bitches f*cking with it now like Khloe husband
Dancing on the beat like Odell near the goal post
The dopest soul spitting with rhythm that never sold dope
Goal used to be gain green for gold ropes
And enough pairs of Nike airs to make my home float
Now I'm older and the flow done gotten colder
And I got more shit that POP than Faygo got flavors of soda
If you sleeping kick rocks, I'm bull-dozing boulders
Every line hit ya mind like you snorted a line of Folgers
I told em, on Bounce one time, lemme make it two
Do it for those tryna graduate from the 80's hooptie
To the Cedes' new, favorite hue, maybe baby blue
Top hiding in the trunk, my latest coupe got a Rae(Ray) Carruth(Car-roof)
Ugggggh, this shit too gross not to double my net
My pen twisted like I'm fixing a troubled cassette
I'm...man these niggas don't hear me dog, f*ck it
Aye the way I'm taking off could humble a jet
Even if you don't see my value, I do
Anyone that say I ain't the truth, you being lied to
Back then they didn't want me, nah that's a lie too
I been hot, this just make it times two, I'm feeling like
Mood on 10, how you feeling nigga (How you feeling nigga)
Steady tryna improve how I'm living nigga (How I'm living nigga)
Double then tripling what I'm getting nigga (What I'm getting nigga)
Miles Morales, putting checks to the ceiling nigga
Yeaaaa, add it up
Double that, bag it up
Triple that, stack it up
You can never have enough
When them people think you just talking shit, back it up
How they feel when you really make it real, mad as f*ck, like
Ayyyeeee, add it up
Double that, bag it up
Triple that, stack it up
You can never have enough
Man every opportunity is yours, snatch it up
Tell the GPS take you to the bank, laugh it up, like
Ha ha haa haaaa
CapitalSS
Yaktown
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Capitalss - Miles Morales Lyrics
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Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
Yea yea, you know I gotta
Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
Yea yea, you know I gotta
Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
Yea yea, you know I gotta
Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
What's the nigga equivalent of resting bitch face
Cuz I got it and call it my resting get off my dick face
The way I'm smoking beats you gotta think the shit laced
Cuz only way you writing nice as me is if my shit traced
Leaning on my f*cking ego like a kickstand
All my shots sinking like the whole court quicksand
Twist flows, got syllables in the figure four
The (W)raps on my head weigh a ton, this nigga Piccolo
Bet that nigga thought he ill as me, but no he wasn't
Bet ya brother hear ya shit and say you only cousins
Watch the fans go global up from only dozens
All the bitches f*cking with it now like Khloe husband
Dancing on the beat like Odell near the goal post
The dopest soul spitting with rhythm that never sold dope
Goal used to be gain green for gold ropes
And enough pairs of Nike airs to make my home float
Now I'm older and the flow done gotten colder
And I got more shit that POP than Faygo got flavors of soda
If you sleeping kick rocks, I'm bull-dozing boulders
Every line hit ya mind like you snorted a line of Folgers
I told em, on Bounce one time, lemme make it two
Do it for those tryna graduate from the 80's hooptie
To the Cedes' new, favorite hue, maybe baby blue
Top hiding in the trunk, my latest coupe got a Rae(Ray) Carruth(Car-roof)
Ugggggh, this shit too gross not to double my net
My pen twisted like I'm fixing a troubled cassette
I'm...man these niggas don't hear me dog, f*ck it
Aye the way I'm taking off could humble a jet
Even if you don't see my value, I do
Anyone that say I ain't the truth, you being lied to
Back then they didn't want me, nah that's a lie too
I been hot, this just make it times two, I'm feeling like
Mood on 10, how you feeling nigga (How you feeling nigga)
Steady tryna improve how I'm living nigga (How I'm living nigga)
Double then tripling what I'm getting nigga (What I'm getting nigga)
Miles Morales, putting checks to the ceiling nigga
Yeaaaa, add it up
Double that, bag it up
Triple that, stack it up
You can never have enough
When them people think you just talking shit, back it up
How they feel when you really make it real, mad as f*ck, like
Ayyyeeee, add it up
Double that, bag it up
Triple that, stack it up
You can never have enough
Man every opportunity is yours, snatch it up
Tell the GPS take you to the bank, laugh it up, like
Ha ha haa haaaa
CapitalSS
Yaktown
Bag it up
Stack it up
Yea yea, you know I gotta
Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
Yea yea, you know I gotta
Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
Yea yea, you know I gotta
Add it up
Bag it up
Stack it up
What's the nigga equivalent of resting bitch face
Cuz I got it and call it my resting get off my dick face
The way I'm smoking beats you gotta think the shit laced
Cuz only way you writing nice as me is if my shit traced
Leaning on my f*cking ego like a kickstand
All my shots sinking like the whole court quicksand
Twist flows, got syllables in the figure four
The (W)raps on my head weigh a ton, this nigga Piccolo
Bet that nigga thought he ill as me, but no he wasn't
Bet ya brother hear ya shit and say you only cousins
Watch the fans go global up from only dozens
All the bitches f*cking with it now like Khloe husband
Dancing on the beat like Odell near the goal post
The dopest soul spitting with rhythm that never sold dope
Goal used to be gain green for gold ropes
And enough pairs of Nike airs to make my home float
Now I'm older and the flow done gotten colder
And I got more shit that POP than Faygo got flavors of soda
If you sleeping kick rocks, I'm bull-dozing boulders
Every line hit ya mind like you snorted a line of Folgers
I told em, on Bounce one time, lemme make it two
Do it for those tryna graduate from the 80's hooptie
To the Cedes' new, favorite hue, maybe baby blue
Top hiding in the trunk, my latest coupe got a Rae(Ray) Carruth(Car-roof)
Ugggggh, this shit too gross not to double my net
My pen twisted like I'm fixing a troubled cassette
I'm...man these niggas don't hear me dog, f*ck it
Aye the way I'm taking off could humble a jet
Even if you don't see my value, I do
Anyone that say I ain't the truth, you being lied to
Back then they didn't want me, nah that's a lie too
I been hot, this just make it times two, I'm feeling like
Mood on 10, how you feeling nigga (How you feeling nigga)
Steady tryna improve how I'm living nigga (How I'm living nigga)
Double then tripling what I'm getting nigga (What I'm getting nigga)
Miles Morales, putting checks to the ceiling nigga
Yeaaaa, add it up
Double that, bag it up
Triple that, stack it up
You can never have enough
When them people think you just talking shit, back it up
How they feel when you really make it real, mad as f*ck, like
Ayyyeeee, add it up
Double that, bag it up
Triple that, stack it up
You can never have enough
Man every opportunity is yours, snatch it up
Tell the GPS take you to the bank, laugh it up, like
Ha ha haa haaaa
CapitalSS
Yaktown
Writer: Brandon White
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid