Song Title

Stalley - A-Wax Lyrics

Stalley – A-Wax Lyrics

[Intro]
Y’all niggas hurry up.
Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out
Don’t be playin, ya hear what I’m sayin?
Kill them niggas and get the fuck back so we can stay ballin’
I’mma be chillin right here.

[Hook x4: Stalley]
Champagne pourin’, big joint rollin’
Bombay sippin’, bad bitch gettin’

[Verse 1: Stalley]
Just got the whip detailed
800 horses in the car, V-12
My girl doing her nails, don’t let the polish spill
While I bend the corners, tilting down the hill couple fill
Triple stacked up, racked up with a deal
Do what I want, man, bump how they feel
About it I’m about it nigga thats just how it is
Fast cars, gold chains that’s just how I live
You don’t like it, do something
Scrap and shoot somethin’
Niggas all bark, no bite, ain’t gon’ do nothin’
Weak lames hate see a young king stunting
In my King James 100 miles and runnin’
All my niggas gettin’ papers ain’t nobody here for nothin’
And they all killing for me so don’t let ‘em get the dumpin’
For my homies dead and gone, go and spill something
Livin’ for my niggas in the Feds doing real numbers
Heavy rotations ain’t tryna feel nothing, zoned out
Glass house comes with the push buttons, overdrive ‘em
Superfly, Ron O’Neal suit and tie
Hustler to the max, if you want it done right homie come to the wax

[Hook x3]
Champagne pourin’, big joint rollin’
Bombay sippin’, bad bitch gettin’

[Bridge: Stalley]
Ey, homie, you need some help?
Punk ass niggas, come on niggas.

[Verse 2: Stalley]
A-Wax in the two seater
Bad diva pourin’ a pint into a two liter
Blue flannel tan khaki’s tucking two heaters
45 Desert Eagles fitted by Leaders
Blue sneakers stay fleet when I’m out
Gold in my mouth talk diamonds like I’m a jeweler
Rings on my fingers call me Slick Rick the Ruler
Whoever don’t like me middle finger to ya
(booyah, booyah) I send shots right through ya
Talents rip you apart niggas cant kill ya
Dont compare my talent to ya’ll
Ya’ll niggas straight losers I’mma bully, I’mma booser
Couch standin’ Tom Cruiser
My champagne cooler, plain Jane nula
Blueberry Swisher sweets Mary Jane blower
Leave with any girl that I choose like I know her
Passionated ’bout my game, like Joakim Noah
I’m a bull