Consistent

Lyrics
[Intro] (Yeah, eat it up Champ, eat it up) Champ [Chorus] Baguettes on my wrist, cut like a fishstick (Ice) I ain't smellin' it, fire that shit up like an incense The plug love me 'cause I'm stayin' consistent I was trappin', stackin', like my time was tickin' I will talk, then get up and grind and get it Keep the dead guys on me while I'm livin' Fifty racks in the Goyard, I spend it I represented, I just iced out a pendant [Verse 1] You can try but I wouldn't recommend it Yeah, OG in the trap [?] (Ha) Seen him, that nigga was timid Yeen ain't sold dope, nigga, that's just an image Paid in full, I gotta make me a jugg Pop it and turn a nigga to a plug Apartments, we ain't had no fuckin' rug Bang on the opps like the boys in the hood I was just trappin' all day with the bud Ride wit' my niggas, bitch, I ain't no scrub I ain't no beggar, I ain't ask for no handout I got it out the mud, nigga, get it in the blood [Chorus] Baguettes on my wrist, cut like a fishstick (Ice) I ain't smellin' it, fire that shit up like an incense The plug love me 'cause I'm stayin' consistent I was trappin', stackin', like my time was tickin' I will talk, then get up and grind and get it Keep the dead guys on me while I'm livin' Fifty racks in the Goyard, I spend it I represented, I just iced out a pendant [Verse 2] Every nigga know me, they know me for hustling Fuck all that rap, you don't know me, I'm clutching Caught him on the head shit just like a dungeon Fuck on the school, I can't even eat lunches Ha nigga, I'm high got the munchies Work out that pack and then chop like it's crunchies [?] my partner, mama got a [?] They got [?], I got too many junkies Walkin' outside, it just like Jumanji (Jumanji) I don't fuck with these niggas, they fake Niggas ain't real, I keep it a hundred Hunnid rounds, sendin' that Drac' [Chorus] Baguettes on my wrist, cut like a fishstick (Ice) I ain't smellin' it, fire that shit up like an incense The plug love me 'cause I'm stayin' consistent I was trappin', stackin', like my time was tickin' I will talk, then get up and grind and get it Keep the dead guys on me while I'm livin' Fifty racks in the Goyard, I spend it I represented, I just iced out a pendant
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Credits
- Writers
- Hoodrich Pablo Juan