Young Scooter ft. Guap Tarantino - No More Stressing Lyrics

We global now

I got rich and I ain't look back
Now I'm finessing and flexing 
Yeah,  we made it,  mama
So it's no more stressing
Everyday I'm taking chances, for
The Freebandz, hustlin'
And I'm a Black Amigo boss
In the streets still thuggin'
Yeah, you know we got them racks
We can do what we want
If they touch down with them
Bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone
I got money on my mind
Couldn't forget the hard times
Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah
I know it's perfect time

A hundred racks on me, a hundred racks on me
Every hood I go, I got the pack on me
Finessing and flexing and thuggin'
In these 'Sace streets
Gamblin' with the old heads
Shooting dice for weeks
Shout out to PFK 'cause I play for keeps
Play with Street
Twelve niggas shootin' out two Jeeps
I put my mama boyfriend out last week
Two diamond chains from Eliantte cost
Me fifty a piece
80s baby, I was born in the crack era
Nigga, I can dress the bricks up like mascara
If you tryna get rich
Then listen to what I tell you
You can't trust these street niggas
They change like the weather

I got rich and I ain't look back
Now I'm finessing and flexing
Yeah, we made it, mama
So it's no more stressing
Everyday I'm taking chances
For the Freebandz, hustlin'
And I'm a Black Amigo boss
In the streets still thuggin'
Yeah, you know we got them racks
We can do what we want
If they touch down with them
Bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone
I got money on my mind
Couldn't forget the hard times
Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah
I know it's perfect time

I just talked to bro and
Told him deposit the work, yeah
Scooter said I'm trippin' 'cause
I keep popping Percs
I gained the game on these niggas
Then I went straight berzerk
No, you can't hang with us, nigga
You didn't come from my turf
Zone 6, nigga, I'm a Zone 6 nigga
Pull up six sticks, nigga
Three-five straight from 'Tilda
He can't hide, we gon' get him
I got racks to off a killer
I can't take no offer, nigga
Young OG, ain't no one realer
I told Street this shit forever BMFBG
Niggas doin' bids behind this shit
They signed for free
Hit a lick for big and then
We bust it down in peace
Ridin' in a Maybach coupe
The stick on the seat

I got rich and I ain't look back
Now I'm finessing and flexing
Yeah, we made it, mama
So it's no more stressing
Everyday I'm taking chances
For the Freebandz, hustlin'
And I'm a Black Amigo boss
In the streets still thuggin'
Yeah, you know we got them racks
We can do what we want
If they touch down with them
Bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone
I got money on my mind
Couldn't forget the hard times
Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah
I know it's perfect time

Woo let's go