Laps (No Bap) (feat. Big Boss Q)

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Jefe Slab

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Oh my God, oh my God Will you pull up on me, better know what it's
For F*ck around, make you go ghost
The coldest shoulders, what I'm giving the most
Baddies, they all from the coast To the flow, all they ass, they gon' throw

Rich make it rain till it snow The more they hate me, more my pockets gon
Grow F*ck it, let's give them a show
Might hit the island somewhere and relax Won't hear it from me if it ain't no facts
Shout out to G3, I might hit the jacks I'm playing for keeps while he's slinging

for craps Don't f*ck with me, need no bap
If a nigga sneak this for pussy, it's raps Don't f*ck with me, need no bap
Claiming they rush it, I got him by laps I get pop shit when I want to
Y'all just pop shit when y'all can Bad bitch sitting with me in the Maybach

Give me top with a Glock in my hand Speak with respect when you talk to the man
Only perform when there's racks in the vans Already counted up a million last year
Well, f*ck it, back at it again Don't put your name on my work, you ain't sell it
Built all this shit from the ground with my credit

Don't sit at this by yourself, cinematic Beam on your head, nah, let's see athletics
Actin' like a bitch, nah, it's time I get petty Really been deep in the cut, no machete
Never gon' bend, yeah, my poster, straight, straight
But I walk with a limp, cause my pockets too heavy

Know I'm not finished Remember the struggle way back in the beginning
Diamonds stay glistening Don't want a word, get the hell out that kitchen
Hit after hit, hell no, I ain't missing Tough on the net when you see me, you switch it
Lie on my name if you ready to risk it Know that my shine is gon' make you the sickest

Ha, yeah, man, everybody know I'm the real Jefe Slab, man
I ain't finna do this back and forth shit, no back, man
We round this bitch doing laps, man, OGE shit, man
You know what's up, man, f*ck with us, bitch-ass nigga

When you pull up on me, better know what it's for
F*ck around, make you go ghostin
Coldest shoulders, what I'm giving the most Baddies, they all from the coast
To the flow, all they ask, they gon' throw Rich make it rain till it snow

The more they hate me, more my pockets gon' grow
F*ck it, let's give them a show Might hit the island somewhere and relax
Won't hear it from me if it ain't no facts Shout out to G3, I might hit the jacks
I'm playing for keeps while he slinging for craps

Don't f*ck with me, need no bap If a nigga sneak this with pussy, it's raps
Ayy, don't f*ck with me, need no bap Claiming they rush it, I got in my laps
I'm smooth on niggas, Ryan the God, I be cool on niggas
Think you play me, you a fool, a nigga I'm in the coupe with the stars on the ceiling

Niggas turn on blood if the right ones get the dealing
Burning rubber, got the Hemis out drifting Say they cooking up, pass me the skillet
Niggas want beef, keep it 50, the size of a brisket
While me and Nina caked up, keep the nines, it's filling

Playing victim in they mans, I'm the villain So f*ck how you feel, give a damn about your healing
Do shit for me, so don't ask where your meal at
Shots make him run like he just took some MiraLax
Niggas been done, so forgiveness ain't hearing that

I'm on a new mode, switch up the gears with that
All of my moves, why you putting your fear in that
Drop top Chevy, I'm in the hills with a redbone named Beverly
Big moves, now they say I'm moving cleverly I'm on my high shit, but bitch, why you sweating me

Two steps ahead, I can't beat no one, chess piece
Love my girl's chocolate, get ate up like Nestle
Talk niggas everything, yet they still test me
Kick em to the curb, they say that I'm messy

Pull up on me, better know what it's for
F*ck around, make you go ghost
The coldest shoulders, what I'm giving the most
Baddies, they all from the coast

To the flow, all they ask, they gon' throw
Rich make it rain till it snow
The more they hate me, more my pockets gon' grow
F*ck it, let's give em a show

Might hit the island somewhere and relax
Won't hear it from me if it ain't no facts
Shout out to G3, I might hit the jacks
I'm playing for keeps while he slinging for craps

Don't f*ck with me, need no bap
If a nigga sneak this with pussy, it's raps
Don't f*ck with me, need no bap
Claiming they Russian, I got em by laps

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