10kdoobie - Rap Shit

And if I ever get bored I do rap shit
Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip
And Ian wasting my time, you be capping
And why be in the mix? I'm having
And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch
'Cause all it take is that money and magic
We too lit, man we trynna live lavish
I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage
And if I ever get bored I do rap shit
Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip
And Ian wasting my time, you be capping
And why be in the mix? I'm having
And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch
'Cause all it take is that money and magic
We too lit, man we trynna live lavish
I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage
Look the point made, you got saved
If Ian say "chill" would've got grazed
Ma say "can't eat without grace"
If Ian good round them, man I know my place
As a youngan trynna get it
We ain't squash shit and nigga we ain't finish
Pop on his block, lights out flick it
Wanting the cash, chase it gotta get it
And baby bro EBM he gon' come out the corner swinging hot shit on ya block
And Instagram only right place where he feel safe to go and send a shot
Stop all that tweeting bitch boy, you hot
I make the music Ian trynna flop
Too deep in and Ian trynna stop
The corner get bent and Niggas getting mopped
And if I ever get bored I do rap shit
Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip
And Ian wasting my time, you be capping
And why be in the mix? I'm having
And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch
'Cause all it take is that money and magic
We too lit, man we trynna live lavish
I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage
And if I ever get bored I do rap shit
Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip
And Ian wasting my time, you be capping
And why be in the mix? I'm having
And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch
'Cause all it take is that money and magic
We too lit, man we trynna live lavish
I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage
Free GG, tell 'em get up
I got hit in my chest, I did sit-ups
Make his body shake like a hiccup
Man Brodie chill, put that bip up
Make a wrong move you getting sent up
Six feet under where he end up
Try buy a house or get pent up
Ion know what happened, but I went up
I say gang shit, the gang lit
And we ain't never gon' chill
I spit that hot shit, I spit it foreal
Og repeat it, we get it foreal
He wasn't trained but he ready to kill
On a mission, he'll go do a drill
Niggas turn fake and ya tea get spilled
Making her dance, she'll go for a thrill
And if I ever get bored I do rap shit
Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip
And Ian wasting my time, you be capping
And why be in the mix? I'm having
And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch
'Cause all it take is that money and magic
We too lit, man we trynna live lavish
I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage
And if I ever get bored I do rap shit
Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip
And Ian wasting my time, you be capping
And why be in the mix? I'm having
And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch
'Cause all it take is that money and magic
We too lit, man we trynna live lavish
I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage

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10k Doobie

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