TAPEZ (feat. Lil Murda)

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 Fuck it, my nigga I'm on a new wave Fuck 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 Fuck 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 Fuck it, my nigga I'm on a new wave Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 Fuck it, my nigga I'm on a new wave Fuck 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 Fuck it, my nigga I'm on a new wave Fuck 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