BAPE

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah [Verse] Swear I go Bape on the juice We want the smoke, fuck a truce Eight in my cup, ain't no deuce Hideaway spot in Duluth I'm havin' they gotta salute V took a shoot out the roof Stretchin' my pockets, they loose You niggas plottin' on who? Don't give a fuck what you knew Dirty Diana my Fanta, I'm muddy I made a movie with her and her buddy Tell them lil niggas, "Don't play with me, bloody" Most of my young niggas 'bout it, they nutty All of my whores is hoes, they slutty Can you survive the war, no runnin' Been on this money, and more is commin' Know we provide it, your boy a dummy Huh, I don't even look at the tag Tell 'еm, "This Aventador don't lag" I blew a thirty for sure on hеr bag Part of the reason she callin' me dad I put a check on it, chief in this pad We don't give fucks about shit that you had Speak on these motherfuckin' blues in the stash Niggas putting bitches in front of the cash The robbers, they tried to succeed and don't I put up 150, playin I don't Niggas be talkin' about sprayin' and won't Know it's a difference in got and want Stick on my lap, she don't ride in the trunk Gotta respect it, you die if you don't All of this game, I got it from unc' Screamin', he gotta provide and won't Can you survive or just vent I got you niggas despisin' success How do you got it, you doubt it you stressed That money done made you the nati I guess Fun with you bitch, she fuckin' success Won't fuck with you pussies, you niggas is pest Sign that you turn on your partner for less Chopper is a hundred, I had to invest (Yeah)
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- Southside