Drippa - Get Pape

It's up
The bandz way , bitch
Aye broke nigga let me pop my shit
Broke bitch let me pop my shit
Get pape
Stay down run it up till yo shit straight
Aye
Chest big lake
Real za boy straight faced
Ridiculous
Wrist like a christmas morning cause the bitch a gift
Peep all you fuck niggas tryna pop shit
I call the sliders hi hats a couple hundred hits
Phone steady rocking like some broke pave
Bitch i'm bout my pape ain't got time to play no games
Drive these fast cars like I got road rage
Broke bitch call she said she want my time
Its a no babe
Every time I step out be having that shit on
Vv's chill on my chest i'm getting my lit on
Bad bitch keep calling my line she tryna come sit on
I ain't been doing nun chilling getting to sum gwap what I been on
We ain't catching feelings boy we catch trips
Steady catching plays make the backs flip
I stay bagging bad shit
Feed her good an fuck the lashes off a bad bitch
Pockets cheesed up them hoes sandwich
I woke up and got sum pape ain't even plan it
Having dis shit they can't stand it
If you broke get the fuck out my Stanley
We don't care bout who it is bitch jus get 'em in
An we gone tear the streets up straight finessing
All dis drip do you hoes wanna take a swim
You know how these hoes get when that nay kick in
Benjamin Franklin dat is my friend
And for 'em i'm on go jus like a rim
This za got me feeling like a blimp
But please don't run up this bitch go blam

Written by:
Antonio Mcneezer

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