Malc G - Bape

Ayy, ayy, Jeezy, Jeezy, look
I said most my sneakers, bathing ape it's soap on my gorillas
I got tired of coppin' weed so much, I turned in to the dealer
They know Hillside Baby been with money makers and some killers

I ain't chillin' with none of these rapper niggas, I feel my niggas realer
Bad lil shorty, her skin tone vanilla, I'm just tryna scoop it
They know Jeezy never been no dummy, but he goin' stupid
Bust down jewelry, used to have no bus fare, so I had to troop it

I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't thankful for my music
I'm a winner, but if he try to play with Dini, I'ma lose it
I'm the founder, but if he try to play with G, then I'ma lose it
I was doin' this rap shit before the trends, lil' nigga, don't confuse it

R.I.P. to Eazy-E, I'm with big spend it, this whip ruthless
O.T. with all my niggas blowin' money, we gon' get it back
Don't care how good this dick is, baby girl, I need my sweater back
Hey, I'm smokin' wack, come hit my niggas, we got better packs

My side bitch got your main bitch lookin' wack, cause she got better cat
Pockets swole, all these niggas moles, how shit I react
All I gotta do is tell bro, get him, he gon' get him whacked
Niggas threw me out here with some snakes and I adapted

I got venom in my blood and I get money as a habit
I got off-white on my denim, if I wear it, she gon' jack it
I ain't take her outta town, she put her hands down, said, I'm packin
How, your last nigga ain't put pain up on that pussy, he was slackin

I'm with whoopties & some locs, so bitch, what's poppin' and what's crackin'
We don't color bang no more, play with my side and see what happen
Where the sauce at they can't find it, it's like parkin' in Manhattan
I hit shorty on that carpet, I feel somethin' like Aladdin

She touch down on me like NFL, but we ain't playin' Madden
Niggas say they down for real, but you can't trust them, they be rattin
I might pull up in a straight jacket, they crazy bout my fashion
I said most my sneakers, bathing ape it's soap on my gorillas

I got tired of coppin' weed so much, I turned it to the dealer
They know Hillside Baby been with money makers and some killers
I ain't chillin' with none of these rapper niggas, I feel my niggas realer
Baddest shorty, her skin tone vanilla, I'm just tryin' to scoop it

They know Jeezy, never been no dummy, but he goin' stupid
Bust down jewelry, used to have no bus fare, so I had to troop it
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't thankful for my music
I'm a winner, but if he try to play with Dini, I'ma lose it

I done found it, but if he try to play with G, then I'ma lose it
I was doin' this rap shit before the trend, lil' nigga, don't confuse it
R.I.P. to Eazy-E, I'm with Big Spendit, this whip ruthless
O.T. with all my niggas, blowin' money, we gon' get it back

Don't care how good this dick is, baby girl, I need my sweater back

Written by:
Malcolm Thomas

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