Okay, okay, okay,
Swipe be cookin' that hot shit back to back, I done did it again
Uh, lil' baby want me at the house, but she ain't puttin' no pape in my pocket? Okay then
Im riding around all damn day, I gotta get to it, hell naw I can't stay in
I like trap, swipin', make hits
I'm the hood, rockstar and it make sense
Y'all niggas gotta get with the program, chin up beat my chest on some ape shit
F*ck the rest, bitch I'm tryin' to be A-list
For the record, my heart still achin
But long as that trap still pumpin' That swipe still swipin', I know I'ma make it
Getting big probably need me an agent
But, niggas be undercover some agents
I ain't know it was room for them knives in my back, but they keep makin' spaces
I thought I knew em', looked in they face and they start to shape-shift
Gassed me up, say it's a 4L, goddamn that was a Quik Trip
Had to cover that hole right there in the couch, cause it ain't no change here
I'm sippin' cups, poppin' all these percs, but it ain't no painkilled
Thumbing through this money right here, it hold blood, sweat, and tears
Cameras on the spot, MTV cribs,
Got niggas layin' right where you live
Glock with a button for the shield
Down and out on them Perky pills
The pain go away when I open the ceil up
But it's coming right back when I get up
Ball heads like Pac, we gon' hit him up
Stand on this shit, French Toast Gang, feel like nobody realer
You make a livin', vacuum sealer, or the kitchen
Swipe you a card, or go get you a-
Get you a pension
Swipe be cookin' that hot shit
Back to back, I done did it again
Lil' baby want me at the house, but she ain't puttin' no pape in my pocket? Okay then
I riding around all damn day, I gotta get to it, hell nah I can't stay in
I like trap, swipin', make hits
I'm the hood rockstar and it make sense
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Okay, okay, okay,
Swipe be cookin' that hot shit back to back, I done did it again
Uh, lil' baby want me at the house, but she ain't puttin' no pape in my pocket? Okay then
Im riding around all damn day, I gotta get to it, hell naw I can't stay in
I like trap, swipin', make hits
I'm the hood, rockstar and it make sense
Y'all niggas gotta get with the program, chin up beat my chest on some ape shit
F*ck the rest, bitch I'm tryin' to be A-list
For the record, my heart still achin
But long as that trap still pumpin' That swipe still swipin', I know I'ma make it
Getting big probably need me an agent
But, niggas be undercover some agents
I ain't know it was room for them knives in my back, but they keep makin' spaces
I thought I knew em', looked in they face and they start to shape-shift
Gassed me up, say it's a 4L, goddamn that was a Quik Trip
Had to cover that hole right there in the couch, cause it ain't no change here
I'm sippin' cups, poppin' all these percs, but it ain't no painkilled
Thumbing through this money right here, it hold blood, sweat, and tears
Cameras on the spot, MTV cribs,
Got niggas layin' right where you live
Glock with a button for the shield
Down and out on them Perky pills
The pain go away when I open the ceil up
But it's coming right back when I get up
Ball heads like Pac, we gon' hit him up
Stand on this shit, French Toast Gang, feel like nobody realer
You make a livin', vacuum sealer, or the kitchen
Swipe you a card, or go get you a-
Get you a pension
Swipe be cookin' that hot shit
Back to back, I done did it again
Lil' baby want me at the house, but she ain't puttin' no pape in my pocket? Okay then
I riding around all damn day, I gotta get to it, hell nah I can't stay in
I like trap, swipin', make hits
I'm the hood rockstar and it make sense
Swipe be cookin' that hot shit back to back, I done did it again
Uh, lil' baby want me at the house, but she ain't puttin' no pape in my pocket? Okay then
Im riding around all damn day, I gotta get to it, hell naw I can't stay in
I like trap, swipin', make hits
I'm the hood, rockstar and it make sense
Y'all niggas gotta get with the program, chin up beat my chest on some ape shit
F*ck the rest, bitch I'm tryin' to be A-list
For the record, my heart still achin
But long as that trap still pumpin' That swipe still swipin', I know I'ma make it
Getting big probably need me an agent
But, niggas be undercover some agents
I ain't know it was room for them knives in my back, but they keep makin' spaces
I thought I knew em', looked in they face and they start to shape-shift
Gassed me up, say it's a 4L, goddamn that was a Quik Trip
Had to cover that hole right there in the couch, cause it ain't no change here
I'm sippin' cups, poppin' all these percs, but it ain't no painkilled
Thumbing through this money right here, it hold blood, sweat, and tears
Cameras on the spot, MTV cribs,
Got niggas layin' right where you live
Glock with a button for the shield
Down and out on them Perky pills
The pain go away when I open the ceil up
But it's coming right back when I get up
Ball heads like Pac, we gon' hit him up
Stand on this shit, French Toast Gang, feel like nobody realer
You make a livin', vacuum sealer, or the kitchen
Swipe you a card, or go get you a-
Get you a pension
Swipe be cookin' that hot shit
Back to back, I done did it again
Lil' baby want me at the house, but she ain't puttin' no pape in my pocket? Okay then
I riding around all damn day, I gotta get to it, hell nah I can't stay in
I like trap, swipin', make hits
I'm the hood rockstar and it make sense
Writer: Kameron Bell
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