Soundcloud Rapper
I'm getting plays like a SoundCloud rapper
That bitch is bad and she finna get badder
Fucking with me so she finna get badder
She want me to save her but I'm not a pastor
After I fuck go ghost like Casper
Clapping her cheeks better call me a clapper
I swear I'm not lying don't call me a capper
But I'm making moving kinda like jagger
Louboutin shoes, Prada disaster
I got the moves, but I'm not a dancer
Blue 42, i gotta go faster
She looking cool, I might have to bag her
I'm fucking you, nobody else matter
Hop in my coupe, she liking my swagger
Take off your shoes, bitch where are your manners
Bitch where are your manners
Hop off a jet, designer bags
I'm walking fast
When I get home, I'm popping tags
Then hop in a jag
Then I get gone, I'm going fast
I'm on yo ass
I stay in first and you last
I keep blue faces in my fanny pack
I'm tryna get me a mil, selfish nigga so it's fuck how you feel
I'm tryna sign me a deal, staying sober I ain't popping a seal
I'm relocating for real, where it's palm trees and hidden cribs in the hills
I'm dedicated for real, wake up fuck it take a trip to Brazil
Take a trip to Brazil, my homie iron man he holding the steel
I'm tryna be so rich when I go blow money it ain't shit to go spend me a mil
No poppin pills I'm all in my bag
Flying to LA give me jet lag
Designer bags, when I hit the scene I'm all in my bag
I hit the scene and I'm drippin, hop on a beat then I rip it
The bitch she always putting me on a mission
I hop out the coupe and we taking a picture
Niggas want beef then I'm gone have to kill, grill em, put his ass all on a skillet
Never would've thought I'm making a million
Now I got a better sight in my vision
I'm getting plays like a SoundCloud rapper
That bitch is bad and she finna get badder
Fucking with me so she finna get badder
She want me to save her but I'm not a pastor
After I fuck go ghost like Casper
Clapping her cheeks better call me a clapper
I swear I'm not lying don't call me a capper
But I'm making moving kinda like jagger
Louboutin shoes, Prada disaster
I got the moves, but I'm not a dancer
Blue 42, i gotta go faster
She looking cool, I might have to bag her
I'm fucking you, nobody else matter
Hop in my coupe, she liking my swagger
Take off your shoes, bitch where are your manners
Bitch where are your manners
That bitch is bad and she finna get badder
Fucking with me so she finna get badder
She want me to save her but I'm not a pastor
After I fuck go ghost like Casper
Clapping her cheeks better call me a clapper
I swear I'm not lying don't call me a capper
But I'm making moving kinda like jagger
Louboutin shoes, Prada disaster
I got the moves, but I'm not a dancer
Blue 42, i gotta go faster
She looking cool, I might have to bag her
I'm fucking you, nobody else matter
Hop in my coupe, she liking my swagger
Take off your shoes, bitch where are your manners
Bitch where are your manners
Hop off a jet, designer bags
I'm walking fast
When I get home, I'm popping tags
Then hop in a jag
Then I get gone, I'm going fast
I'm on yo ass
I stay in first and you last
I keep blue faces in my fanny pack
I'm tryna get me a mil, selfish nigga so it's fuck how you feel
I'm tryna sign me a deal, staying sober I ain't popping a seal
I'm relocating for real, where it's palm trees and hidden cribs in the hills
I'm dedicated for real, wake up fuck it take a trip to Brazil
Take a trip to Brazil, my homie iron man he holding the steel
I'm tryna be so rich when I go blow money it ain't shit to go spend me a mil
No poppin pills I'm all in my bag
Flying to LA give me jet lag
Designer bags, when I hit the scene I'm all in my bag
I hit the scene and I'm drippin, hop on a beat then I rip it
The bitch she always putting me on a mission
I hop out the coupe and we taking a picture
Niggas want beef then I'm gone have to kill, grill em, put his ass all on a skillet
Never would've thought I'm making a million
Now I got a better sight in my vision
I'm getting plays like a SoundCloud rapper
That bitch is bad and she finna get badder
Fucking with me so she finna get badder
She want me to save her but I'm not a pastor
After I fuck go ghost like Casper
Clapping her cheeks better call me a clapper
I swear I'm not lying don't call me a capper
But I'm making moving kinda like jagger
Louboutin shoes, Prada disaster
I got the moves, but I'm not a dancer
Blue 42, i gotta go faster
She looking cool, I might have to bag her
I'm fucking you, nobody else matter
Hop in my coupe, she liking my swagger
Take off your shoes, bitch where are your manners
Bitch where are your manners
Credits
Writer(s): Jabril Barrett
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