Zayguap - Rager

They don't want no smoke, they go to vapors
Shawty heard my album with a bunch of different flavors
Magazine cover need the front of the Fader
Jump into the pit and get loose with the ragers, ragers

Walk into the party way too lit like lets do it, uh
They just run around way too t'd to my music, uh
She wanted to talk way to long now I'm moving, uh
Only shoot for love, when I shoot I feel like cupid, uh
Address me as professor, niggas went to get the rubric, uh
Always been that man, never really need a blueprint, uh
Only stack a hundred bands wanna see them blue strips, uh
Came up with my slimes, I been running with my mucus, uh
They be talking BS, sorry, why you talking foolish, uh
I just met your girl at the party you was clueless, uh
Damn, hate me but they fans
Pulled up in this foreign, but I'm leaving in a jag
Let's go, Let's go, Let's go
I'm moving different, you really don't get me
Lean back scoring, Dirk Nowitzki
Had Ralph Lauren, now Givenchy
They wanna book me, I'm gonna need 50
You talking on pillows, you really be simpin'
So many shawties, they though I was pimpin'
Back on my bullshit, Scottie Pippen
Post on the block, like Black Griffin

Walk up in the party counting paper
Neighborhood rock star, feeling like a rager
Lil bro like a barber he was handing out tapers
They can't hit my jack, had them blowing up my pager
They don't want no smoke, Imma turn them straight to vapors
Shawty heard my album with a bunch of different flavors
Magazine cover need the front of the fader
Jump up in the pit and get loose with the ragers

Run up some bands, use the cash for my craft
Neighborhood goat, the head of my class
Call plays like the coach, Coach for the bag
Touched me a contract, threw that in the trash
You can not hold me, I do what I want
She wanna do me, cause my Saint Laurent
Rock, you roll up and put on a front
Yuck, just tripled my plays in a month
Trust, been working don't nee to find luck
Plus, been solid don't need to find love
She wanna kick it, I could never punt
She wanna lick it, she treat me like lunch
They stay in my sights, red dot for the hunt
A shooter gon' shoot, don't need him a gun
A boss gonna stack it, and double his funds
Dye my hair blonde and go crazy like trunks
Walk up in the spot and cause a scene like who gon' stop me
Roll of dice my life doing numbers like it's Yahtzee
Head down in my hoodie, they be fans and paparazzi
I keep on up top for an opp like I'm Mozzy
Stop it, been allergic to the capping since a jit, woah
Niggas gonna lie, same with thotties that's how shit goes
I been in my own lane trying to make a quick four
Milli for my people moving silent off a flip phone

Walk up in the party counting paper
Neighborhood rock star, feeling like a rager
Lil bro like a barber he was handing out tapers
They can't hit my jack, had them blowing up my pager
They don't want no smoke, Imma turn them straight to vapors
Shawty heard my album with a bunch of different flavors
Magazine cover need the front of the fader
Jump up in the pit and get loose with the ragers

Written by:
Isaiah Lindsay

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