I gotta play up on the way
So make it quick I'll still f*ck you
And if I he wait he jus might flake
So babe I'm sorry to rush you
Just give me face while I bag it up,
While I add it, hit the scale
While she back it up she ratchet as f*ck
I gotta K up on my waste
Act outa place ima bust you
I swear to god I'm with that shit
I hit the plug witta duffle
The gun range when I'm mad as f*ck
Cop another gun
You a lame, get yo bubble bust
I'm on da double cup
Hit the plug
That boy show me love
That boy dap me up
Touch down
When I touch the pack
I'm Bo Jackson
Touch down
When I touch the pack
Adrian Peterson
I run it back
Im f*ckin up a sack
I jus add it up
Bag it up,
Then I hit the corner
Seen so many quarters
Plug jus hit me like come get me
15 minutes from the boarder
Dont be picky if you shoppin wit me
Come and get ya order
Plug foreign, we ain't eatin
If he ever get deported
Lean pourin till it got me snoring
Like 3 in the Morning
Witta shorty
She load up my 40
F*ck her and record it
Keep supporting
We gone make it
If they hating we ignore it
Going crazy on the verse
I'm going crazy on the chorus
You know I'm winnin If dat shit a race
Never sit and wait
I want them bitches with the pretty face
And the big ol waist
Eat that pussy like a dinner plate
Then I make a play
I'm mixin lean up in da Gatorade
On da interstate
I gotta play up on the way he finna pay me the taxes
I cop another it's ok
Cuz ima I make it right back and
It feel so amazing when I check my bank statement in fact
Ima take my banger wit me
Whenever I take out my trash
Bust down, I jus made a touch down
She was hatin on me
But that bitch is tryna f*ck now yeah,
F*ck now cuz she heard Im up now
I was f*ckin up a sack, im running back
A touch down
Yeah
Bust down, I jus made a touch down
She was hatin on me
But that bitch is tryna f*ck now yeah,
F*ck now cuz she heard Im up now
I was f*ckin up a sack, im running back
A touch down
Yeah
I gotta play up on the way
So make it quick I'll still f*ck you
And if I he wait he jus might flake
So babe I'm sorry to rush you
Just give me face while I bag it up,
While I add it, hit the scale
While she back it up she ratchet as f*ck
I gotta K up on my waste
Act outa place ima bust you
I swear to god I'm with that shit
I hit the plug witta duffle
The gun range when I'm mad as f*ck
Cop another gun
You a lame, get yo bubble bust
I'm on da double cup
Apex Wes - San Andreas Lyrics
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I gotta play up on the way
So make it quick I'll still f*ck you
And if I he wait he jus might flake
So babe I'm sorry to rush you
Just give me face while I bag it up,
While I add it, hit the scale
While she back it up she ratchet as f*ck
I gotta K up on my waste
Act outa place ima bust you
I swear to god I'm with that shit
I hit the plug witta duffle
The gun range when I'm mad as f*ck
Cop another gun
You a lame, get yo bubble bust
I'm on da double cup
Hit the plug
That boy show me love
That boy dap me up
Touch down
When I touch the pack
I'm Bo Jackson
Touch down
When I touch the pack
Adrian Peterson
I run it back
Im f*ckin up a sack
I jus add it up
Bag it up,
Then I hit the corner
Seen so many quarters
Plug jus hit me like come get me
15 minutes from the boarder
Dont be picky if you shoppin wit me
Come and get ya order
Plug foreign, we ain't eatin
If he ever get deported
Lean pourin till it got me snoring
Like 3 in the Morning
Witta shorty
She load up my 40
F*ck her and record it
Keep supporting
We gone make it
If they hating we ignore it
Going crazy on the verse
I'm going crazy on the chorus
You know I'm winnin If dat shit a race
Never sit and wait
I want them bitches with the pretty face
And the big ol waist
Eat that pussy like a dinner plate
Then I make a play
I'm mixin lean up in da Gatorade
On da interstate
I gotta play up on the way he finna pay me the taxes
I cop another it's ok
Cuz ima I make it right back and
It feel so amazing when I check my bank statement in fact
Ima take my banger wit me
Whenever I take out my trash
Bust down, I jus made a touch down
She was hatin on me
But that bitch is tryna f*ck now yeah,
F*ck now cuz she heard Im up now
I was f*ckin up a sack, im running back
A touch down
Yeah
Bust down, I jus made a touch down
She was hatin on me
But that bitch is tryna f*ck now yeah,
F*ck now cuz she heard Im up now
I was f*ckin up a sack, im running back
A touch down
Yeah
I gotta play up on the way
So make it quick I'll still f*ck you
And if I he wait he jus might flake
So babe I'm sorry to rush you
Just give me face while I bag it up,
While I add it, hit the scale
While she back it up she ratchet as f*ck
I gotta K up on my waste
Act outa place ima bust you
I swear to god I'm with that shit
I hit the plug witta duffle
The gun range when I'm mad as f*ck
Cop another gun
You a lame, get yo bubble bust
I'm on da double cup
So make it quick I'll still f*ck you
And if I he wait he jus might flake
So babe I'm sorry to rush you
Just give me face while I bag it up,
While I add it, hit the scale
While she back it up she ratchet as f*ck
I gotta K up on my waste
Act outa place ima bust you
I swear to god I'm with that shit
I hit the plug witta duffle
The gun range when I'm mad as f*ck
Cop another gun
You a lame, get yo bubble bust
I'm on da double cup
Hit the plug
That boy show me love
That boy dap me up
Touch down
When I touch the pack
I'm Bo Jackson
Touch down
When I touch the pack
Adrian Peterson
I run it back
Im f*ckin up a sack
I jus add it up
Bag it up,
Then I hit the corner
Seen so many quarters
Plug jus hit me like come get me
15 minutes from the boarder
Dont be picky if you shoppin wit me
Come and get ya order
Plug foreign, we ain't eatin
If he ever get deported
Lean pourin till it got me snoring
Like 3 in the Morning
Witta shorty
She load up my 40
F*ck her and record it
Keep supporting
We gone make it
If they hating we ignore it
Going crazy on the verse
I'm going crazy on the chorus
You know I'm winnin If dat shit a race
Never sit and wait
I want them bitches with the pretty face
And the big ol waist
Eat that pussy like a dinner plate
Then I make a play
I'm mixin lean up in da Gatorade
On da interstate
I gotta play up on the way he finna pay me the taxes
I cop another it's ok
Cuz ima I make it right back and
It feel so amazing when I check my bank statement in fact
Ima take my banger wit me
Whenever I take out my trash
Bust down, I jus made a touch down
She was hatin on me
But that bitch is tryna f*ck now yeah,
F*ck now cuz she heard Im up now
I was f*ckin up a sack, im running back
A touch down
Yeah
Bust down, I jus made a touch down
She was hatin on me
But that bitch is tryna f*ck now yeah,
F*ck now cuz she heard Im up now
I was f*ckin up a sack, im running back
A touch down
Yeah
I gotta play up on the way
So make it quick I'll still f*ck you
And if I he wait he jus might flake
So babe I'm sorry to rush you
Just give me face while I bag it up,
While I add it, hit the scale
While she back it up she ratchet as f*ck
I gotta K up on my waste
Act outa place ima bust you
I swear to god I'm with that shit
I hit the plug witta duffle
The gun range when I'm mad as f*ck
Cop another gun
You a lame, get yo bubble bust
I'm on da double cup
Writer: Wesley Salisbury
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