Dj Dax - RUPEE STACK (feat. Ham Sandwich & Shwabadi)

RPGEP
Reign forever
Put all the coins in the bag
Your album: I heard that it's bad
They know that I'm perfect, at that
Man, I swerve, man, I swerve on the track
Triangulo right on my wrist
My God is my permanent tat
The sermon, I serve it in rap
Had to hit "block" on the b****
That shit all occurred in the past
Stacking a rupee or two
The harem's a groupie or two
Man, like who's PreacherDude?
Got her truly enthused, super moody and cute
On the loose-leaf, I'm rude, putrid,
Polluted too... sword on my back, and it's blue
More than a
Rap when it's true, every
Rack I accrue, captured and she
Captioned it too, sword on my
Back and it's blue and you know that I'm tuckin' it
And I'm fucking lit
Counting this zenny, y'all know what the budget is
Straight out merchant, and no: you ain't touching this
I am so fuckin' lit, you are the opposite
I see the Gucci, the Louis, I'm coppin' it
You in the game and I'm standing on top of it
If it's not money, don't care what you offering
Ain't about money, I ain't gonna talk of it
Hating on me, then you go to work clocking in
That shit obnoxiousness
Know he a buster, I won't even call for it
I see you in the lobby
Gettin' my fitness, I'm doin' pilates
Grinding so often but I won't be off it
'Till I can buy my mom and dad a Bugatti
Materia minded, I need me the green
They said they got me but it ain't what it seems
I seen my inner circle burst at the seams
The money turning all my friends into fiends, yeah
R-r-r-r
More than a
Rap when it's true, every
Rack I accrue, captured and she
Captioned it too, sword on my
Back and it's blue and you know that I'm tuckin' it
And I'm fucking lit
Counting this zenny, y'all know what the budget is
Straight out merchant, and no: you ain't touching this
Your money's fiction, it's all that you write about
My writing fetched me the money in high amounts
My favourite whip as a kid, I could buy it now
Still hit a lick for the right amount
Shawty my rider, we riding out
Keep me a stick if you try it out
Homie the plug, I'm gon' fly him out
You bitch made, bitch wait
Give me that zenny (zenny)
Running your rupees, I pilfer your pennies (damn)
Smoke, you don't want any
Zooted and looted, I'm offa the henny (woah)
And I'm drunk as a- huh?
You ain't up with us, you not drunk enough
You might get lifted if I'm rolling up
You might get lifted if I pop the trunk
You got no bitches 'cause you only know how to talk to these women online
Uninstall Tinder, lil' boy
Ain't nobody gon' be tryna stoke up your fire
You keep on waiting for princesses, damsels in distress to make you their knight
All that she needs is a promise that you can get turnt up
Start making her night
RPGEP
More than a
Rap when it's true, every
Rack I accrue, captured and she
Captioned it too, sword on my
Back and it's blue and you know that I'm tuckin' it
And I'm fucking lit
Counting this zenny, y'all know what the budget is
Straight out merchant, and no: you ain't touching this
Told 'em I'm
Ackin' a fool, keep a blue
Sword on my hip when it's lit PK Fire, and I'm
Back in the booth, y'all niggas stay
Tracking my movements, still been a nuisance
My mans will shoot when it's time, that's a Chrono Trigger
We not them rats, when you ask, we don't know them niggas
Inner Circle be the crest, ruling over niggas
No, I get it, the name's pretty on the nose

Written by:
David Gonzalez

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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