KND Steezo - Pacc Off Rap

Why not come and put that Apple
On my iPod
Other words
Let me put this dick inside ya all night
I can never stress about a bag
Cuz money multiply
Before you see me throw this
On a ho I throw it in the sky
But I got cake
They know i don’t flex
On my checks
This shit a couple ways
I could flip a pack off these raps
And I’m okay
Niggas know ion stress off about no racks
Feel like YC I put my racks
On my racks
Check out the swag
I’m ripping the tags
Yea I’m in my bag today
The charger is fast
But right now I'm mad
I damn near crashed the wraith
So you can’t get a pass today
Try me and I’m on your ass today
Don’t be cruising with your whore
Cuz I might fuck round snatch ya bae
This bitch obsessed I do not know
What imma do with it
Is you a solo move or
Is you letting the crew in it
If you say solo
You be outta here in two minutes
I dropped her off and picked one up
Im having new visions
Why not come and put that Apple
On my iPod
Other words
Let me put this dick inside ya all night
I can never stress about a bag
Cuz money multiply
Before you see me throw this
On a ho I throw it in the sky
But I got cake
They know I don’t flex
On my checks
This shit a couple ways
I could flip a pack off these raps
And I’m okay
Niggas know ion stress off bout no racks
Feel like YC I put my racks
On my racks
They know I’m official with it
Cuz I’m really with it
If I call the play niggas hurt
Remember the days i was wearing Vlados
Me and my bro’s hit the jerk
New semi auto let ya squad know
Steezo a really make it jerk
Now I don’t call hoes see ya morrow
In they eyes Imma jerk
Honestly I’m filled with rage
They put my nigga in a cage
J Reed out the box
Just a villain vibin with the ways
And shit ain’t sweet this way
They forever sliding over Steezo
I gotta shooter who bleed slow
He'll leave a nigga in freeze mode
I took all of my diamonds
In the party
Left with all of my diamonds
Out the party
She fucked on my brudda
Got the nerve to say sorry
Baby imma player no Atari
Goalie how these niggas
Play you blocking
Stepping on the racks
Now bitches jocking
Did it on my own you
Cannot say I ain’t popping
Worry about what’s in your fucking
Pockets
Why not come and put that Apple
On my iPod
Other words
Let me put this dick inside ya all night
I can never stress about a bag
Cuz money multiply
Before you see me throw this
On a ho I throw it in the sky
But I got cake
They know I don’t flex
On my checks
This shit a couple ways
I could flip a pack off these raps
And I’m okay
Niggas know ion stress off bout no racks
Feel like YC I put my racks
On my racks

Written by:
Latrez Ward

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