Dave Hill, B. Lewie, & FatRay100 - Good Pape

Ayy, another 24, I'm so blessed
No hangover, bad bitch to my left, undressed
Took a shower, threw some shit on, still fresh
Just got a play on Van Dyke, I'm still west
Last night, made a big check, hit the set
Size nine, white ones, got the last ones left
Cashier flirtin', gave me half off of em
Lady say I'm sharp, so I stabbed off on her
Boys right there, whooped down, then they flicked me
"Sir you zoomed past in a 30, doing 50"
Underneath the seat, I had 30 in the glizzy
Told bro that I'd be there in 30, I was trippin
Nice lady cop, I ain't even get a ticket
Dog want a feature, knocked it out in 30 minutes
Talking bout the commas, need a couple every sentence
Bout to drop another single, that's gon' double up my winnings
Got my best topper back, she a fool with the head
Logged on, hit Fanduel in the head
Text me bout some blues or I'm cool, you on read
Got my east side boo Western Union'n again
I ain't local people listen, from Atlanta to Japan
Heavy chicken, all drums, it's a battle of the bands
Came home with the sun, baby asking "where you been?"
I'm just starting off my day, but I'm countin' up my ends, like
Today I made some good pape
She walked out with them phones, that's my hood bae
My favorite liquor store, had the woods for me
I'm rockin' Cardi Woods, grippin' wood grain
Is you validated, what yo' hood say?
I ran into some money at the speedway
I hit my granny number in the midday
Shh, damn, I can't lie
Today I made some good pape
Today I made some good pape
Today I made some good pape
Today I made some good pape

Written by:
Brandon Lewis

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