F**K RAP (feat. Veeze)

Ayy, I said fuck rappin', I'd rather double down, I got a bag to get

Speeded up my lane, we ain't the same, you gettin' your package shipped

How the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals

I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one in

Wakin' up on time, hit the trap at nine, shake a bag by ten

I don't even waste time tryin' to break it down, I don't got no scale

Free bro, why he sittin' fightin' for a bond, I'm tryin' to box my bales

He came tu cop, but I know who he be around, I gotta watch my sales

Everything in the spot under 18, but I'm not R-kellz

My Chinaman threw me 500 Yao Mings, I hit the block myself

My shirt five and my jeans cost 17, and I forgot my belts

I'm certified, tryin' to pocket watch my cheese, that is not gon' help

He on black and white, is that boy a referee? He makin' great statements

Just bought a chain, bout to knock a Rollie out, they think I'm Tank Davis

You a die, tryin' to take the safer out, that's why I stay dangerous

All blue when I bring that paper out, they think I'm gang banging

I said fuck rappin', I'd rather double down, I got a bag to get

Speeded up my lane, we ain't the same, you gettin' your package shipped

How the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals

I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one in

I ain't gotta count the 20s, I can hand weigh em'

How you tryna play it, we got bricks and we landscaping

Think the world is mine, bout to take a trip to M.I.A

Gallery panta, Taylor, bell-bottom, like a 70s player

Yeah, that be my ho, that for sure, but she not my main one

I can take these presis', make a movie like I'm Ronald Reagan

**** better not getting to call my phone when them switches sprayin

I can get them bowls right to your door, boy, that's just a layup

Boy, I do this in my sleep, double cup, pimp c

I'ma still be pushin' P when I'm old and wrinkly

Fuck the smoke, I pay a fee, gettin' wrapped in sheets

Double cup, I'm holdin' pink like Victoria Secret

Boy, I been killed your town, they rest in peace

Triple seals on my pounds, them bitches stinky

I bust plenty plays on mile, but i ain't even front of East though

Once it's up, then it's stuck, what you coppin', please for?

Ayy, I said fuck rappin', I'd rather double down, I got a bag to get

Speeded up my lane, we ain't the same, you gettin' your package shipped

How the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals

I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one