Rooga – Stash House

Lyrics Stash House – Rooga

Took a million out the safe just ’cause I could, n**ga
B**ch I’m real motivation for the hood, n**ga
Why it look like I’d stretch sum, ’cause I would, n**ga
Foenem, they’ll strecth sum for me, as they should, n**ga
It’ll be all types of shootouts if we come in contact
She said she don’t like my life, well b**ch, get out my contacts
Foenem took his pipe, got him asking for his gun back
And I keep a shooter with me that’s sharper than a thumbtack

B**ch I’m cool with gettin’ head, I ain’t tryna cuddle
I might bust all on her face and tell a lie like I love you
I’m a 6 block trench baby, I come from the struggle
And we came with number of fully autos, we ain’t tryna tussle

We be flippin’ blocks and runnin’ lights
Put a switch up on that Glock, I hit it once, it shootin’ twice
Oh, you one of them type of rappers that be hiding all your ice
Only time I have my ice if when a b**ch spend the night
‘Cause I don’t trust these h*es
Miami cuban links, that s**t cost your salary
That s**t so heavy, when I wear it I be burnin’ calories
That ain’t no real drink, f**k you tryna sell to me
You and your homeboys f**k around and catch a shell a piece

Ran it up without a deal, I did it independent
Took a 100K, put 30 on a pendant
The rest I got to kill you if I tell you how I spent it
Call me Mr. Pink Slip ’cause ain’t none of these cars rented
Freak b**ch, she said she want to f**k to some gangsta s**t
I don’t like them p**sy h*es, I like a gangsta b**ch
I love the game like I’m Mitch, but I won’t go like Mitch
‘Cause n**gas out here dyin’ broke, I rather go out rich

They want me to crash out
I know the bank be mad I’m takin’ all this cash out
I just bought a whole estate for the stash house
And I ain’t even mention I got another stash house

Aye, b**ches lyin’ on they p**sy sayin’ they f**ked me
I got certain standards, it’s a privelege just to touch me
I be f**kin’ this b**ch, she told him that we cousins
When whole time I’m dunkin’ all in that p**sy like I’m Cousins
Aye, I can’t trust that n**ga, he look like he might wear a wire
Pull that drac’ out the trench like I’m Omar off The Wire
You can lose your life quicker than you can lose a lighter
He ain’t have a show, but we put him on a flyer

I ain’t tryin’ to laugh right now, you can’t joke with me
I put three-fives in my wood, you can’t smoke with me
I don’t need no b**ch that think that she controllin’ me
You took that b**ch overseas, I took her overeast
Hopped in the shower with my blick cause I don’t trust s**t
I want all the smoke, I get active, I don’t duck s**t
Who these n**gas in here, I’m like, f**k it, b**ch, I’m clutchin’
And who these b**ches in here, which one of them f**kin’

My n**gas they switched up, but they ain’t change on me
N**ga, you will die reachin’ for this chain on me
Run him down close range, I might get a stain on me
I might get a stain on me, I might get his brains on me…

Written by Rooga
Produced by L. Abner
Rooga | 2022

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