FUCK RAP (feat. Veeze)

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Ayy, I said f*ck rappin', I'd rather double down, I got a bag to get
Speeded up my lane, we ain't the same, you gettin' your package shipped
How the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals
I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one in
Wakin' up on time, hit the trap at nine, shake a bag by ten
I don't even waste time tryin' to break it down, I don't got no scale
Free bro, why he sittin' fightin' for a bond, I'm tryin' to box my bales
He came tu cop, but I know who he be around, I gotta watch my sales
Everything in the spot under 18, but I'm not R-kellz
My Chinaman threw me 500 Yao Mings, I hit the block myself
My shirt five and my jeans cost 17, and I forgot my belts
I'm certified, tryin' to pocket watch my cheese, that is not gon' help
He on black and white, is that boy a referee? He makin' great statements
Just bought a chain, bout to knock a Rollie out, they think I'm Tank Davis
You a die, tryin' to take the safer out, that's why I stay dangerous
All blue when I bring that paper out, they think I'm gang banging
I said f*ck rappin', I'd rather double down, I got a bag to get
Speeded up my lane, we ain't the same, you gettin' your package shipped
How the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals
I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one in
I ain't gotta count the 20s, I can hand weigh em'
How you tryna play it, we got bricks and we landscaping
Think the world is mine, bout to take a trip to M.I.A
Gallery panta, Taylor, bell-bottom, like a 70s player
Yeah, that be my ho, that for sure, but she not my main one
I can take these presis', make a movie like I'm Ronald Reagan
Nigga better not getting to call my phone when them switches sprayin
I can get them bowls right to your door, boy, that's just a layup
Boy, I do this in my sleep, double cup, pimp c
I'ma still be pushin' P when I'm old and wrinkly
F*ck the smoke, I pay a fee, gettin' wrapped in sheets
Double cup, I'm holdin' pink like Victoria Secret
Boy, I been killed your town, they rest in peace
Triple seals on my pounds, them bitches stinky
I bust plenty plays on mile, but i ain't even front of East though
Once it's up, then it's stuck, what you coppin', please for?
Ayy, I said f*ck rappin', I'd rather double down, I got a bag to get
Speeded up my lane, we ain't the same, you gettin' your package shipped
How the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals
I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one

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