Bitch I got straight drop, one bump of this shit you'll be hooked for weeks
I'm a trap nigga, I really get them bags off in the streets
I'm from that north nigga, and everybody that's with me going have a feast
If you standin' on business then pull up a seat
If you ain't part of the shit then you can't get a piece
I ain't no rap nigga, the shit I talk I'm somethin' more like a priest
I ain't no bap nigga, everything that I done bought I got receipts
I got them racks nigga, I done stacked that shit, now watch this shit increase
I push that pack nigga, I got so much weight, niggas think that I'm obese
I'll serve whoever
Your uncle, auntie, nephew, or your niece
Your mother, father, sister, brother too
They all can shop with me
I ain't turnin' down no paper, I'm treatin' this shit like it's Monopoly
I invested in some P's instead of property, now my profits lookin' properly
(It's nobody who's stoppin' me, who the f*ck is topping me?)
A bad bitch in a fast whip, with her best friend, polyamory
Got em both screamin', "pull it out of me,"
If I ain't the truth then you lied to me
It just really sound bout the pride to me
When these niggas actin' like they proud of me
(These niggas so obsolete, they like "what that mean?" niggas out of date)
They ain't havin' motion, they ain't got no pape, whole circle weak, niggas outta shape
I can show you niggas how to get a meal, here's the recipe, go and grab a plate
I done turned nothin' to a 28, with a little water and a box of bake
Turn the fire on right up under that pot, gotta work your wrist and give it all you got
(Then drop that ice when you know it's hot)
Take out the butter then you let it dry, break down the bird and then you let it fly
Give em a tester see if they get high, you going go from a boy and turn into that guy
Bitch I got straight drop, one bump of this shit you'll be hooked for weeks
I'm a trap nigga, I really get them bags off in the streets
I'm from that north nigga, and everybody that's with me going have a feast
If you standin' on business then pull up a seat
If you ain't part of the shit then you can't get a piece
I ain't no rap nigga, the shit I talk I'm somethin' more like a priest
I ain't no bap nigga, everything that I done bought I got receipts
I got them racks nigga, I done stacked that shit, now watch this shit increase
I push that pack nigga, I got so much weight, niggas think that I'm obese
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Bitch I got straight drop, one bump of this shit you'll be hooked for weeks
I'm a trap nigga, I really get them bags off in the streets
I'm from that north nigga, and everybody that's with me going have a feast
If you standin' on business then pull up a seat
If you ain't part of the shit then you can't get a piece
I ain't no rap nigga, the shit I talk I'm somethin' more like a priest
I ain't no bap nigga, everything that I done bought I got receipts
I got them racks nigga, I done stacked that shit, now watch this shit increase
I push that pack nigga, I got so much weight, niggas think that I'm obese
I'll serve whoever
Your uncle, auntie, nephew, or your niece
Your mother, father, sister, brother too
They all can shop with me
I ain't turnin' down no paper, I'm treatin' this shit like it's Monopoly
I invested in some P's instead of property, now my profits lookin' properly
(It's nobody who's stoppin' me, who the f*ck is topping me?)
A bad bitch in a fast whip, with her best friend, polyamory
Got em both screamin', "pull it out of me,"
If I ain't the truth then you lied to me
It just really sound bout the pride to me
When these niggas actin' like they proud of me
(These niggas so obsolete, they like "what that mean?" niggas out of date)
They ain't havin' motion, they ain't got no pape, whole circle weak, niggas outta shape
I can show you niggas how to get a meal, here's the recipe, go and grab a plate
I done turned nothin' to a 28, with a little water and a box of bake
Turn the fire on right up under that pot, gotta work your wrist and give it all you got
(Then drop that ice when you know it's hot)
Take out the butter then you let it dry, break down the bird and then you let it fly
Give em a tester see if they get high, you going go from a boy and turn into that guy
Bitch I got straight drop, one bump of this shit you'll be hooked for weeks
I'm a trap nigga, I really get them bags off in the streets
I'm from that north nigga, and everybody that's with me going have a feast
If you standin' on business then pull up a seat
If you ain't part of the shit then you can't get a piece
I ain't no rap nigga, the shit I talk I'm somethin' more like a priest
I ain't no bap nigga, everything that I done bought I got receipts
I got them racks nigga, I done stacked that shit, now watch this shit increase
I push that pack nigga, I got so much weight, niggas think that I'm obese
I'm a trap nigga, I really get them bags off in the streets
I'm from that north nigga, and everybody that's with me going have a feast
If you standin' on business then pull up a seat
If you ain't part of the shit then you can't get a piece
I ain't no rap nigga, the shit I talk I'm somethin' more like a priest
I ain't no bap nigga, everything that I done bought I got receipts
I got them racks nigga, I done stacked that shit, now watch this shit increase
I push that pack nigga, I got so much weight, niggas think that I'm obese
I'll serve whoever
Your uncle, auntie, nephew, or your niece
Your mother, father, sister, brother too
They all can shop with me
I ain't turnin' down no paper, I'm treatin' this shit like it's Monopoly
I invested in some P's instead of property, now my profits lookin' properly
(It's nobody who's stoppin' me, who the f*ck is topping me?)
A bad bitch in a fast whip, with her best friend, polyamory
Got em both screamin', "pull it out of me,"
If I ain't the truth then you lied to me
It just really sound bout the pride to me
When these niggas actin' like they proud of me
(These niggas so obsolete, they like "what that mean?" niggas out of date)
They ain't havin' motion, they ain't got no pape, whole circle weak, niggas outta shape
I can show you niggas how to get a meal, here's the recipe, go and grab a plate
I done turned nothin' to a 28, with a little water and a box of bake
Turn the fire on right up under that pot, gotta work your wrist and give it all you got
(Then drop that ice when you know it's hot)
Take out the butter then you let it dry, break down the bird and then you let it fly
Give em a tester see if they get high, you going go from a boy and turn into that guy
Bitch I got straight drop, one bump of this shit you'll be hooked for weeks
I'm a trap nigga, I really get them bags off in the streets
I'm from that north nigga, and everybody that's with me going have a feast
If you standin' on business then pull up a seat
If you ain't part of the shit then you can't get a piece
I ain't no rap nigga, the shit I talk I'm somethin' more like a priest
I ain't no bap nigga, everything that I done bought I got receipts
I got them racks nigga, I done stacked that shit, now watch this shit increase
I push that pack nigga, I got so much weight, niggas think that I'm obese
Writer: Anthony Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid