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I done been around a lot of niggas, But it's
Fake love Your broke ass don't even Got no pape, you
Upped a fake dub How the fuck you Ballin'

Margiela on my pants and it's fendi on the shoes
I got pape up in my pocket with your bitch up in my room
I got X-pill for the niggas if they wanna

white lows
I rather beef about some pape, y'all niggas beefin' over white hoes

My bitch back with low mileage, I ain't gotta say too much
If she keep

thots no they can't get my thang up
They tryna fuck my name up I had to get up off my ass and go and put some pape up
Rockstar and Amiri jeans that's just

the same
Metro boomin pape I just want some mo
Cause it was many days I was on a air mattress on the flo
When it come to the pape I'm jus tryna run it up

I be, Only stepping in designer these Dior One's
After Thumbing all this pape, I got sore thumbs
All these Karats in my Face, I got sore gums
We

I'm backseat on them drills
But by myself if it's a pape mission
He was talking out his neck until the K hit it
Yeah the pigs tried to jam bro until

Scratch off on that hoe N-A-S-R-T respectfully
Got Balenciaga on
Hear us steppin we got heavy feet
Got designer denim on
All this pape its bussin'

the pape
I wanna be proud of this money I made
I want the whole world to speak good of my name
My bitch throwin' ass while I make it rain
Yes, I want

that's not the case
Up the pole now he regret it he a little too late
Why they be mad at me for? im just worried bout this pape'
I think he mad cause his

When you jumpin off dat porch, you gone stumble a few times
I can't lie, fa dat pape I seen a slime slime a slime
You can't catch that nigga wit me,

out, And double back
Don't let me catch your bitch up at that club,
I'ma check her trap
You ain't get no pape up out this bitch, You is not a P

They use

Niggas out here cappin' like they in the streets
But that ain't my business, chasing that pape, I don't get in the beef
Still stay on my ten, I watch

envy
Told her I was broke to throw her off, but I got plenty
If you ain't talking, pape then John Cena, you won't see me
A bitch gon' come running right

All I need is my pen and pape
Head start I win the race
You switched, them niggas changed
Yall all should be ashamed
And I don't play no kiddish

I could get knocked down a thousand times but I'll never be out
I just go back to the drawing board rethink and then I reroute
I can see now pape

stackin pape
Niggas dissing on the gram, say it to my face

Uh, say it to my face
That nigga said his pockets long, he eatin off my plate
Uh, he ain't touch

Fuck what you niggas gotta say, bitch, I'm getting to that pape, you ain't talking about
the bread, then get the fuck up out my face
Smokin pressure

one, look, she came and gave that coochie up
I was broke, turn that shit around, now bitches want to fuck
I told her, boyfriend, get some pape, nigga,

but go and throw a tantrum
Ion need a bitch, I'm hoein hoes like I'm K-Samuels

If you turnt with some pape, this yo fuckin' anthem
I'm young and turnt

I be chillin', been tryna think about the next way to make pape
My pockets fat, I'm tryna keep em out of shape I ain't gon' speak on certain shit,

petty-ass cheese
You don't got no real pape
And if it ain't bout no money
Boy, stay out my way
Put a bitch on him
Cause he was acting iffy
Big-ass chop, hold

get you bands back
Flex wit that pape bitch
I can get ya bands snatched
45 wit a FN sittin on my mans lap

Speaking on big wando that's the shit
That

nigga up, I'm finna clout somethin
Capping to this hoe like you get pape and you ain't got nothin
They let me in with blick so fuck it, got my shit tucked