STASH HOUSE RED — Prime High

STASH HOUSE RED — Prime High Lyric Sheet v2 (full song, dictated 2026-10-15) [Intro] This is a stash house red, yeah We took that pack, and that's a fact Just like we took your bitch And she with the whole crew, and she ain't coming back Step out of line, get your whole crew whacked And that's a fact Faces all up on t-shirts And that's a fact [Verse 1] Out downtown with the boys packed on the block With that nine on the waist, moving that bag on the triple beam Step out, I send my shooters through the whole crew like a pandemic And now your face all up on t-shirts While the family are crying out loud Run up in the trap, kick the hinges right off the door frame Stuff that duffel bag, ain't no one talking in the game Mask on tight when you creep through the night Lasers on your chest, better get your last words right Talk too much, get your jaw wired shut Empty out the safe, then we dropping in the cut Choppers in the trunk, let the whole block hear One wrong move, disappear like you wasn't never here Count up the bands with my hand on the steel If you reach out for that strap, better know the real deal Word around town, better watch what you speak Six feet down where the snakes and the punk-ass rats — Master Splinter creeping through the tunnels [Hook] Stash house raid, yeah we took the pack Yeah, with the crew, she ain't coming back Step out of line, get the choppers on attack Face up on all t-shirts, and that's a fact [Final Verse] We ain't the only hitting your stash house, we taking it back We steal your bitches too, and we bring them back Back to the crib, showing out what a real baller is You a fool if you think you can mess with a big boss like the kid If she ain't matching up, we sending her right back Step out of line, get the goonies, you better watch your tone Before I let them light up your whole block With AK-47, and let that spray Ripping through their whole crew like a pandemic And just like we took your bitch And she went from being a groupie to an All-Star While she bouncing on his dick until your knees start to shake Everybody with the tees beware Tough pussy-ass little bitches, quit crying, take the loss You don't fuck around with rat-ass bitches The only time we fuck around with them is when we laying them down In that six feet underground with the snakes and the rats And they ain't swimming no more with the snakes And your girl, she's with a real baller now, ain't yours no more Cross the line one time She's just leaning over you and saying "I told you not to snitch like a pussy little bitch" [Outro] Stash house raid, and that's all we coming for So if you wanna fuck around and find out I can leave your body traced on a concrete outline in chalk And turn around and feed your body to the bottom of a black lake Bitches In the shadows where the secrets intertwine, Stacking paper like the dreams that align, Came from the bottom, now I’m reaching for the prime, Every corner got a story, every block is a sign. Whispers in the alleys, echo through the night, Barely breathing, but my hustle stays in sight, Countin' every dollar, keep it tucked outta spite, Got the city on my back, ready for the fight. Eyes on the prize, never blink, never fold, Living raw, like the truth that I hold, Stash house vibes, where the legends unfold, In the heat of the moment, watch the future be sold. Cemented in the game, with the heart of a lion, Tales of survival, man, you know I’m defying, With every step I take, hear the rhythm complying, In the stash house red, where the dreams keep flying. applying In a stash house red, where the vibes are prime, Got the crew on deck, sippin' dreams, no crime, Playful banter, laughter echoes off the walls, Jokes on the table, like we're bustin' through the stalls. Flip the script, I'm witty, got the quips on lock, Bouncing off the ceiling, like I'm dancing on the clock, Every word a puzzle, yeah, I’m piecing up the rhyme, Chillin' with my homies, we ain't wasting no time. Candy-coated visions, like the colors in the sky, Poppin' off the charts, like confetti when we fly, Got that playful spirit, yeah, we livin' for the thrill, In this stash house red, every moment's like a drill. Spitfire tongue, ignitin' laughter in the air, With a flick of my wrist, I can conjure up a dare, Elevate the scene, like we floatin' on a breeze, In this prime high vibe, we do just as we please.