UPS (feat. CarteltheVamp)
CEOwen
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Yeah huh aye, I'm in dis bitch wit my bro CartelThaVamp, I got my shooters posted up, UPS Stamps, uh, Hoes they running wild, sound a lot like crazy fans, Hit my phone about some sorry, we can never make amends, Im in dat Rarri, the Ferrari, nah I didn't take the bens, This the one that got the roof, cause Danteee took its topless twin, She come over, she get naughty, someone jot her on the list, I'm still rapping (wrapping) like a holiday, but I'm done giving out gifts To these hoes To these bitches I swim in gold And count my riches Got a room like Scrooge McDucks I swear to god my whole squad swim in I don't ever give no fucks But his hoe yearning for a fixing That hoe itching to get wild Joking round, okay I'm fibbing, I been kidding since a child Choppa cook him like a Slim Jim, could be extra hot or mild Cuban yellow like Bart Simpson, truck got spikes like bro hairstyle on the side of it Lil bro hysterical We clown that boy in spite of him Nike wit my bank, them checks come in they always right, not left I smack on her cake, and then I tuck her in goodnight wit dick Know I keep the drake, could prolly get a deal with Sprite lil bitch Yeah huh aye, I'm in dis bitch wit my bro CartelThaVamp, I got my shooters posted up, UPS Stamps, uh, Hoes they running wild, sound a lot like crazy fans, Hit my phone about some sorry, we can never make amends, Im in dat Rarri, the Ferrari, nah I didn't take the bens, This the one that got the roof, cause Danteee took its topless twin, She come over, she get naughty, someone jot her on the list, I'm still rapping (wrapping) like a holiday, but I'm done giving out gifts Im stepping in with my crocs, I'm making em damp Your bitch be sucking my noodle we making a movie lady and the vamp I'm turning shit up like I'm popping a wheeley then flip shit when I hit the ramp Cartel Pastrana ripping the track this is you getting smacked by the champ My chain chomp Amos Moses the way I hit his ass with a stomp They think I had aim bot Johnson & Johnson my shooters only take one shot Like Funko you getting popped Hometown Buffet like I got Too much on my plate She say she ain't a Juggalo until I paint her face No madonna but I'm happy off the blunt I celebrate Had CEOwen approve the days, I sent your bitch on holiday Yeah huh aye, I'm in dis bitch wit my bro CartelThaVamp, I got my shooters posted up, UPS Stamps, uh, Hoes they running wild, sound a lot like crazy fans, Hit my phone about some sorry, we can never make amends, Im in dat Rarri, the Ferrari, nah I didn't take the bens, This the one that got the roof, cause Danteee took its topless twin, She come over, she get naughty, someone jot her on the list, I'm still rapping (wrapping) like a holiday, but I'm done giving out gifts
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Written by: CarteltheVamp , CEOwen
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