509 BMG - sextape
I cock the hammer back now I'm ready to playCatch his ass in traffic I'mma make a nigga pump the brakes
I ain't even see yo message you wasn't talking bout no pape
And I be fuckin' hoes on cam but I can't let y'all see the tape
Wha- wha - wha - what the fuck I look like going on a date?
Baby, put that monkey on my chest, ain't talkin' Bathing Ape
Eating good around this way, my boys don't never watch they weight
If it's bout a check, bitch we hopping on the interstate
Why the fuck you at the trap spot, if yo money ain't straight
I can't help ya out, you ain't puttin mines on layaway
Oh okay, nigga got face, you fucking up yo reputation
I was broke too, all I did was stay down and stay patient
Walk up in the function, designer cologne, I'm smellin' fragrant
He don't know the first thing, I'ma teach his ahh the basics
I'ma let my fye bang niggas think they acting player
I won't hesitate to send a nigga back to the creator
Yo BM gone raise a bastard child, Tyler the Creator
Boy yo ass ain't gone do shit but catch a shell control your anger
BMG, I been saucin' on bitches I'm kicking flavor
Nigga, Loud Pack, punching just like Joe Frazier
Treat a nigga like a Kitty Kat, play wit dis laser beam
I could tell that he a bitch that boy don't got no self esteem
If you see me out, the logo on my chest gon say Supreme
Me and Jefe pop up out the cut then that's a dream team
Cash rules everything around me, nigga get that cream
I been fuckin' hoes then fuckin' other hoes like Charlie sheen
Baby what you tryna do, lemme boost yo dopamine
I'ma make sure a nigga get these shots like a vaccine
Treat a nigga ass like I dont give a fuck, I think he green
These niggas goofy as a fuck, I can't agree to disagree
I call lil Jefe up that nigga burn you like a 3rd degree
He was a standup nigga till we put him in his seat.
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