Chasing Pape

(Not- Not at the table, Carlos)

Yeah

Uh

(Where's the ATM at?)

Yeah

My opps know I up that—

My opps know I up that Drac'

Baby girl, I'm grinchin' on the road, I'm chasin' pape'

The opper seen that button, man, you should've seen his face

I swear they slaved my buzzin', man, he should've beat that case, uh

Louis, Dior, Prada, man, you know I got good taste, yeah

When she seen these bands, man, you know she made it shake, uh

I ain't savin' hoes, lil' bro, tell me where you see a cape, uh

Never hesitate to tell lil' bro to pass that Drac', yeah

Had to tint my Cartis 'cause I was tired of seein' fake, uh

All my junkies love me, serve 'em dubs the size of grapes, yeah

Free Big Tino, know we was smokin' dead opps in that 8, uh

Pockets, they was hungry, so that pot I had to scrape

It's wicked, fuck it, I'ma rob his son, I'm feeling like I'm Nate

I'm Dub C-F, for life, I signed this oath, I know my fate

Me and Two went spinnin', fell in love with micro Dracs

Jacob got my left wrist on a bowl of Frosted Flakes

Tryna grinch up, boy you late, oh yeah

I'm the nerdy grinchsta

Wick he prolly, prolly hit a sista

Ain't no wocky, wocky, pour that tris up

She eat cocky, cocky, I can't kiss her, oh yeah

I'm the nerdy grinchsta

Wick he prolly, prolly hit a sista

Ain't no wocky, wocky, pour that tris up

She eat cocky, cocky, I can't kiss her, oh yeah

My opps know I up that Drac'

Baby girl, I'm grinchin' on the road, I'm chasin' pape'

The opper seen that button, man, you should've seen his face

I swear they slaved my buzzin', man, he should've beat that case, uh

Louis, Dior, Prada, man, you know I got good taste, yeah

When she seen these bands, man, you know she made it shake, uh

I ain't savin' hoes, lil' bro, tell me where you see a cape, uh

Never hesitate to tell lil' bro to pass that Drac', yeah

Had to tint my Cartis 'cause I was tired of seein' fake