[Intro]

You're now rockin' with the gorgeous gangster

Stack Bundles, woo

Far Rock America, fuck with your nigga, yeah

[Verse 1]

Nigga, the whole block applauds

Whenever I stacks up the b-uilding

'Cause I key-ills 'em, gotta fe-eel 'em

First nigga they seen tangerine Lamborghin', no ce-iling

I'm so fly, I should be in the Air Force

Virgin Mary, blushin', pink Russians up in that red cross

Don't get criss-crossed 'cause I rock a Mueller

Still cock the Ruger under my Thierry Mugler

Ooh-wee, I don't even need that

I'm the gorgeous gangster, bitches give me feedback

Tell 'em that I'm tired, they wanna lay on my lee-ap

With they mouth open like they takin' a nee-ap

Goddamn, I ain't one of the clips but it's thirty-six in mine

Good aim, got lotta shit on your brain, let 'em clear out your mind

I'ma grind 'til I'm rich, young dollar sign, bitch

[Chorus]

Everybody just stand up

We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock

And it's on and we ain't stoppin'

Everybody put your hands up

All my niggas and bitches

All my gangsters, hustlers, and thug motherfuckers

Just stand up

We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock

And it's on and we ain't stoppin'

Everybody put your hands up

All my niggas and bitches

All my gangsters, hustlers, and thug motherfuckers

Just stand up

[Verse 2]

You now dealin' with the young fly flashiest nigga of the century

You ain't gotta ask them bitches, they gotta mention me

When it come to fashion, shit, it's elementary

ABC's, you niggas gotta be sick of me

Alligator shoes, Bvlgari watches

See these old glasses, I tell you how to rock this

Gun go, for tryna stop this

Had to switch it up, you niggas soundin' monotonous

Listen Paul, I ain't your average star

Stack Buns been gettin' money since that's my car

If you plottin' on bein' the best

Better swing your occupation, 'cause I'm he in the flesh, nigga

[Chorus]

Everybody just stand up

We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock

And it's on and we ain't stoppin'

Everybody put your hands up

All my niggas and bitches

All my gangsters, hustlers, and thug motherfuckers

Just stand up

We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock

And it's on and we ain't stoppin'

Everybody put your hands up

All my niggas and bitches

All my gangsters, hustlers, and thug motherfuckers

Just stand up

[Verse 3]

Be-yotch, I'm not ashamed

If money smell, damn, I stink

I blew change on that dollar sign link and that fishscale mink

Think I'ma tell her how I get that bank

Stuck in my ways, don't really give a fuck what you think

Son of Far Rock's own

Lot of niggas mad 'cause I get it for half, that's six a zone

Twenty-two a brick, twenty-two on whips

But they gotta be Sprees, plasma TV's, Porsche SUV's

Y'all niggas' wheels is so-so like little Jermaine Dupri's, look

You need help, here's the recipe

Gotta keep some snow cones like Mr. Softee

If you youngins wanna be like me, it's easy

Gotta keep fuckin' raw like Eazy E, I'm gone

[Chorus]

Everybody just stand up

We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock

And it's on and we ain't stoppin'

Everybody put your hands up

All my niggas and bitches

All my gangsters, hustlers, and thug motherfuckers

Just stand up

We gettin' it poppin' in Far Rock

And it's on and we ain't stoppin'

Everybody put your hands up

All my niggas and bitches

All my gangsters, hustlers, and thug motherfuckers

Just stand up

[Outro]

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