Lyrics

Action Pack Still in the A makin' players a player Damn I already burgled the Bay Racks up to my ear, give a fuck what you say It's only right, put this shit in their face Bae tryna fuck her, she know that I'm popping Only wrist in my pocket, don't carry no wallet Bae had this shit, in the barge just like Randy I'm hard on the bitch so she say that I'm cocky I done puttin' these sticks in my boxes, me I ain't boxing Tryna put nigga on FOX Bitch tryna hang with the gang, guns and 'em knives She gon' buy tha' whole Coupe, Glock Put the narcotic zone, high speed Who's on track, holla know you can't catch this (Skrr) and I got ice on me Got the shit a long way, but I ain't pee-wee, yeah Nigga don't want no smoke, spit came up this bad, no hoe Rain up the bread, know I got a loaf I heard what he said but I know that he a hoe Ay, we gat so many rounds in this bitch They don't need a lot Ay, ay, mhmm, ay Ay I take off, but I don't run off from my 'migo 'Cause he giving me pound for the dealo' I hate the bitch, she ain't nothin' but a freak though She give me nigga, that ho got him Lethal, I'm tired of the cappin' Yeah I turned your shit off 'cause I can't even believe what you rapping My young boy gon' admit to talk with a passion And I'm fresh to death like I hopped outta casket S on the Challenger, who wanna race? Our fools were crazy, they shit in my face Put up they feet, then they stand off with drinks VVS Gucci's, the ones with no lace Heard you were gold but you hang out with snakes Break up my night mama, take off your face CMG niggas, we lit up the base Free Miley Damon, he fightin' the case Soon they'll release him, his prisoner gate Kind of 380 took me two days Dropped that incision, they feelin' the wave Play if you want, we slide for days Bitch I've been loaded, got bankin' for days I'm not pickin' up shit 'cause I got me a maid Draco like club, boys gon' makin' some fade I came from no jungle, I build me a cave Draco mosquito, catfish pusher, she creole Slide in that pussy like Neo I spotted Miami, I'm thuggin' my feet up Ay, ay But we so fuckin' high, that bitch Yeah, yeah, you understand me I'm like, I'm like- AP what's up nigga? Yeah, you know we run the street, nigga Yeah, big player Start my own wave, I ain't follow no trend I ain't shootin' in no houses, I hopped out and I met your face I'm rockin' Dolce and Gabbana Step in the room and you know that I drip out the place Yeah, you know I ain't hand, born probably in hood Yeah, ran off on the plug, yeah you know he was good Ain't discussin' no, why see that shit understood Locker transmission off, still in the hood I got to smilin', she jumped out her panties You know I be wildin', I stay with a cannon Drag that bitch out like that bitch was abandoned Fuck the amphetamines back to Miami We hit your blob at the bank And you know that we slide with the motherfuckin' glock And I ain't takin' off my Friday Where were you, show out that day, were you dyin' Back precision, high as a pilot Take some from who, I pray that you tried it Hey little mama, come show me that pussy I told her "Bend over," DD gonna rook it Glock .19 no safety, you just gotta pull it Big dog set alight, took it Smokin' my face off Escape pad, look how we take off I'll cover your opp, I'll send my lil' niggas I'm takin' a rest, yeah the day off
Writer(s): Logan Christopher, William Joseph Valella, Action Pack Ap Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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