SiNCO DS - Ap Feelings

Bitch I spit this magic like Houdini aint no MC who could see me
Murcielago Lamborghini
A.P. and a Gucci beanie
I’m a make It happened
Nigga please believe me
All I hear is ching ching
AP all it do is bling bling
Breaking all these niggas feelings
Through the roof I’m busting through the ceiling
Uzi chopper got me dumping spilling
Fuck your feelings
I am not a flopper
Im the motherfucker killing
I get jacked wrecked
When I blast techs
I am causing mass deaths
In my eyes I’ll be the last best feel my high and vibe you flabbergasted
Everything I get on bitch I gas it
Versus always on beat fucking slapping and I’m smoking GDP and rapping


AP feelings AP feelings
I get the place lit fucking cracking
If you talking money
I could make it happen
Bitch I could make it happen
Lights camera action
Lights camera action


You ain’t never seen an obscene MC that is me
Louie Gucci trending on you hoes is
What I’m doing
When I spit I cause an automatic hit I got no flaws I am all about it bitch
Really about the shit
I just rolled a raw it’s fat as shit don’t call unless I’m on the absent
List
Hold up pause
I show up so that’s not happening
Versace inti
Maybe fendi
Call my Bentley deadly
Big faces I get plenty
Leave the pussy messy
RIP
I’m a PIMP
Balenciaga on my feet
AP feelings got me feeling me
LIT
You know where I be
SiNCO DS
You are going to hear it every track haters know that they can get they wig split back
Hit the tree then I pass
I hit the gas on that ass
And I whip the whip fast
I cause a whiplash
Count the cash slow count the cash fast
Always first never last
Go hard or go home bitch
Max blast
I get it more
You can get it for the low
Not from an average Joe
I’m a fucking pro
All I know is how to get this dough Always at the top and never down
Below
Icy top and bottom row
Colder than the snow in the north
Pole
I’ve been popping didn’t know it
Though
Nigga I’m on
Like I’ve never been on before
Catch my hollows from this calico
Desert eagle
I dump the whole extendo reload Bullied my way in D-bo
Yea bitch I bullied my way in D-bo
Got the city on fire
Leaving no survivors
You can hear this shit first hand like A concert flyer
I’m higher than the high heat cycle On your GE dryer
I’m no liar
I’m the number one hit supplier
No deny a
I’m no liar

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