Had to throw my feelings out the back door
You know how the reapah get his sack though
Praying to the Mac if I go broke, Bitch you know I pistol pack
Let’s go get the dough

I done smoked a zip, I think I needa re-up
Riding in the Beamer, And lul shorty beat up
If you want the action, N***a we could meet up

Bitch I’m smoke, I’m the fucking reapah

Snatch a soul leave him fucking leaking
Run up with some hope you gone fucking need it
Run off wit yo hoe boy you best believe it
Rack for a show, that’s just how I see it

BB got the Beam
These racks can’t fit up in my jeans
I feel like spike lee
Baby we should shoot a scene
Dropped a rack on my momma
Only feme
That loved me when I was broke
Opps is what I smoke

Pistol packing
Bitch you know I gotta re up
N***as talking on the Snap
Boy you never show up
Re up : continues