TAPEZ (feat. Lil Murda)

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SGauge

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I been out trappin', I'm havin' to catch up on packages,
I ain't delivered in days
Niggas like "Gauge,
How you gon' leave us with nothin' to take"
Disappeared, nothin' to say
F*ck it, my nigga I'm on a new wave
F*ck you my nigga I'm trynna get paid
I been up rappin', I'm back in the studio,
Mixing and Mastering all of my TAPEZ
I ain't gon' leave but to go the bank
I got a cashapp, and baggies to trade
Hittin' a blunt and the taste is amaze
Ain't for the trends, I don't chase the new craze
Shoppin' for fits,
I just be dressing plain
When I smoke exotic,
Its grown in my state
Don't want no Cali,
And that ain't no hate
If I go to Cali,
Then I'll get a plate
Of all of the OG,
And tropical strains
But when I'm in Denver,
I'm blazin' these L's,
Zkittlez and Snaxland,
Straight off the shelf
That shit just good for my own mental health
Ridin' on L-Block, I'm done takin' L's
If niggas get pumpin', I'm bumpin' these shells
I'm trynna chill,
And just keep making sales
Niggas gon' hate but its just cuz they failed
All of my city know they on my back,
And I'm takin' 'em with me wherever we go
Southside of Denver, the North, and the West, and the East,
We gon' take you all over the globe
All of my niggas stay ready to blow
Tested my blood, it was no sign of hoe
But yall shoulda known,
Just cuz I'm fly and I'm pretty,
Don't mean that I can't shoot a pole
Buck at him, bro
Told you I'm solid,
I'm hittin' the gas,
And my mouth stayin' closed
Taste for the vengeance and opps got a problem with droppin' they addy,
So we creepin' slow
Poppin' my shit, and I'm probably poppin'
But I wouldn't know cuz I don't care about it
I just keep chargin' this shit to the game,
If it come, then it come, but I'm still cool without it
They jockin', they talkin', and I been the topic
But I'm in the know, its cuz none of 'em got it
F*ck you mean, Pop,
I can promise you not it
Yall get to trippin' and I'mma start wylin'
Just don't get to cryin'
When you catchin' hot shit
I'm rollin' wit' Angels, and most of my niggas unstable
And we got some power on payroll
And I know some cops I can call for a fav, bro
So don't get to talkin', you really ain't able
Influence the people, and put up the paper,
To make 'em be greater
I got a vision but I ain't no hater
If niggas gon' make it, I'm prayin' they make it
My only distraction is me, I hate it
Destined for greatness
But niggas get stuck in these cages,
They mentally trapped in the pavement
All that they know is the streets, its contagious
When I get to preachin' they tell me to save it
My lil nigga, he out catchin' bodies
And I know someone who just asked what his name is
That's just the streets and its just the way fate is
Glock got a beam, and I still don't be aimin'
We reckless, we gangin' and I don't be bangin'.
I been out trappin', I'm havin' to catch up on packages,
I ain't delivered in days
I been out trappin', I'm havin' to catch up on packages,
I ain't delivered in days
Niggas like "Gauge,
How you gon' leave us with nothin' to take"
Disappeared, nothin' to say
F*ck it, my nigga I'm on a new wave
F*ck you my nigga I'm trynna get paid
I been up rappin', I'm back in the studio,
Mixing and Mastering all of my TAPEZ
I went to the stu
Bro said, "Dude asked
'who are you?' "
I said "Who's dude? Where he at, where he stay?"
Bro didn't wanna mention dudes name, so I'm
Thinkin' to myself, "who the f*ck this dude
Askin' for me? Nigga must be lonely"
Niggas stay dickridin' on me
I'mma remain nameless, till the day I'm six feet
Niggas undercovers, and they mamas Manny-Lovers
I'mma make their panties drop Everytime that I touch her
I'mma break her heart
Everytime I say I don't love her
Niggas talkin' but they cannot handle pressure
Steppin' on their neck, I ain't lettin' up yet
If they really want the beef shit, I'm wit' all the street shit
Gave his bitch my semen, havin' my child
Callin' him my lil' demon
Don't know how to explain that his mom was a hoe
All she did was sneak-diss, now her friends all on my dick
And I'mma give 'em what they want cuz I can never love a thot
Bitch, you talkin' out yo' ass. Nameless, nigga I just wanna count some cash, and grab some ass
And spend some bands, ion give a f*ck
Niggas talkin' shit, and they talk too much
It's just me and Gauge, and we turnin' up, unh
I been out trappin', I'm havin' to catch up on packages,
I ain't delivered in days
Niggas like "Gauge,
How you gon' leave us with nothin' to take"
Disappeared, nothin' to say
F*ck it, my nigga I'm on a new wave
F*ck you my nigga I'm trynna get paid
I been up rappin', I'm back in the studio,
Mixing and Mastering all of my TAPEZ
I been out trappin', I'm havin' to catch up on packages,
I ain't delivered in days
Niggas like "Gauge,
How you gon' leave us with nothin' to take"
Disappeared, nothin' to say
F*ck it, my nigga I'm on a new wave
F*ck you my nigga I'm trynna get paid
I been up rappin', I'm back in the studio,
Mixing and Mastering all of my TAPEZ

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