PapeMakin - Thrax Music Lyrics

(Lasupa, get the f*ck off my Xbox)
I speak money conversations, ain't tryna talk unless it's bout some pape
Trippin' in the party, almost lost my main
I'd rather have a couple dollars, it's a f*ckin' fame
Catch me out wit them crash outs and I can't be tamed
Put your main friend on with my main friend , we finna have us one
MMA fightin' on Big Beaver and we goin' dumb
I'm talkin' bout the pieces, I ain't fightin' nobody
She tryna be in the streets but she a homebody
You tryna be in the streets but you a nobody
I'm up in Neiman Marcus, pretty penny for some sweet denim
R-T-A jeans light gray with the rips in em'
I keep some pape, I got yo girl, I got my yop on me
He thought he was my mans until we switched on em'
He thought he was my mans, we put that yop on em'
I'm makin' more pape, so show me my opponent
Bro got foe nicky wit a switch on it
Niggas talkin' crazy, alright, bet we put that blitz on em
Got my young nigga, we put that switch on em
Hmm, and it came with the fully
Keep that yop on me, hmm, like a pit bully
I'm gettin' money, better believe it, I'm touchin' Pape nigga
Cuz off of Yerky, got the ARP, he gon' ape nigga
I heard about your mans, we had to watch him Cause he lace niggas
Only time you niggas in the hood is just to take some pictures
We caught him down bad, on his ass, yeah, the nigga was wishin
And we pulled up ski masks, where yo stash, we finna get to takin
Hmm had to cut the nigga off, he ain't in our equation
Had to pop Unc in the mouth, told him I ain't no baby
Oh, let me switch it up, hold on, she gettin' cuffed up
Why this nigga coppin' pleas, sayin' please, nigga, please
Whole 8th to the head, damn, I can't even breathe
In them burbs wit my rich niggas in the hood, I come to re-up
Niggas mad, ain't got no pape, damn, why they tryna be us
And I told niggas how I was comin', I'm finna T-up