Aux Chord Raps, Pt. 1
5am wake every morning
Check if the stone is imported
Ride for the brand like it's Jordan
Whatever we do, enormous
I gotta go enforce it
Blow big dope, Gordon
Josh watch me throw it
Stamped, I be posted
Pressure just make me focus
Went Need for Speed in Lotus
I'm watching the net like goalies
Just poured the slab, that's Rollies
Palm angels sweats, cozy
Run it up but I be lowkey
While keeping the bullshit below me
They all got my back, Toby
Uhh
Big water, sauce
Saucin these niggas like Moss, toss
Fly like a saucer, I hit like a golfer
I'm lockin' it down like I'm closing a locker
Kick it like soccer, I'm coolie like joggers
I'm all in her spleen and a nigga be clean like I came from the washer
I'm in her mouth, topper
Bad little thang, rocker
Pop it like dancers, she makin' it strip
And we getting them dollars I feel like a prince
I need them dollars I'm trynna get rich
And I sip on the bottle, we sip it again
Cover the fakes like we up in the tent
And my circle be small like some two little cents
Cool like a mint and I'm cool like a vent
And I'm bussin my
Sloppy sloppy sloppy
Girl just came and gave me super toppy toppy
Ten toes down never fold nigga this aint origami
She suckin' she suckin' she suckin'
I'm rolling this backie you know Imma tuck it
I'm deep in her tunnel I'm dickin' that bitch just like I was Harriet Tubman
I stunt shit I stunt shit I stunt shit
And even wit flip flops you know that I run shit
Everyone said it but she wanna kick it
It's first down so that means no punting
(Aye)
Panamera on dumb shit
We the ones to make the funds flip
Turn the 25 to a hundred
Got the city live off of lunch split
Enterprise on the business side
Know you bitches like what you witness, I
See it in your eyes
Told her get inside
We could ride to the other side
She keep sayin' that my brother tried
And she never let another slide
I'm just waiting on another lie
I keep my eyes on my cheese
Double dipping double D's
Never bluffing over nothing
Big eats like a Buffet
Double up wit the fees
She loving it I got the keys
Mob wit the G's
Fuck what you read
We the hottest on the feed
Check if the stone is imported
Ride for the brand like it's Jordan
Whatever we do, enormous
I gotta go enforce it
Blow big dope, Gordon
Josh watch me throw it
Stamped, I be posted
Pressure just make me focus
Went Need for Speed in Lotus
I'm watching the net like goalies
Just poured the slab, that's Rollies
Palm angels sweats, cozy
Run it up but I be lowkey
While keeping the bullshit below me
They all got my back, Toby
Uhh
Big water, sauce
Saucin these niggas like Moss, toss
Fly like a saucer, I hit like a golfer
I'm lockin' it down like I'm closing a locker
Kick it like soccer, I'm coolie like joggers
I'm all in her spleen and a nigga be clean like I came from the washer
I'm in her mouth, topper
Bad little thang, rocker
Pop it like dancers, she makin' it strip
And we getting them dollars I feel like a prince
I need them dollars I'm trynna get rich
And I sip on the bottle, we sip it again
Cover the fakes like we up in the tent
And my circle be small like some two little cents
Cool like a mint and I'm cool like a vent
And I'm bussin my
Sloppy sloppy sloppy
Girl just came and gave me super toppy toppy
Ten toes down never fold nigga this aint origami
She suckin' she suckin' she suckin'
I'm rolling this backie you know Imma tuck it
I'm deep in her tunnel I'm dickin' that bitch just like I was Harriet Tubman
I stunt shit I stunt shit I stunt shit
And even wit flip flops you know that I run shit
Everyone said it but she wanna kick it
It's first down so that means no punting
(Aye)
Panamera on dumb shit
We the ones to make the funds flip
Turn the 25 to a hundred
Got the city live off of lunch split
Enterprise on the business side
Know you bitches like what you witness, I
See it in your eyes
Told her get inside
We could ride to the other side
She keep sayin' that my brother tried
And she never let another slide
I'm just waiting on another lie
I keep my eyes on my cheese
Double dipping double D's
Never bluffing over nothing
Big eats like a Buffet
Double up wit the fees
She loving it I got the keys
Mob wit the G's
Fuck what you read
We the hottest on the feed
Credits
Writer(s): Tajon Nickeer Allen, Terrence Morel Ii Chambers, Rashad Gage, Armand Alonzo Perry
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