Paped Up
Yea aye Caked up Paped up bitch
Ass down face up
Aye I'm runnin to some money when I wake up
I'm in love wit my drugs we can't break up
Yea yea
Caked up Paped up bitch
Ass down face up
Aye I'm runnin to some money when I wake up
I'm in love wit my drugs we can't break up
In a perfect world we be trappin out wit no heat
I'm operating still compensating bitch you know me
Came cash for that Bentley truck hoe this ain't no lease
Ain't nobody staring at you bitch I'm lookin fa police Yea
Devil on my shoulder
I'm a hot boy but my heart gettin colder
I hate being sober nigga hurry up and roll up
If I need the dog I hit my nigga Motorola
Niggas play it tough but that ain't what it seem
I been gettin to the pape don't know about the cream
Unless it's soda
Heard you got some straight drop nigga what's the quota
I'm in the money race and I been runnin niggas over
Told you she at work she told me she comin over
Snitches gettin stitches cuz we got the game sewed up
I stopped smoking weed took a 6 and then I Po'd up
Fucked around and broke all of my junkies shit then slowed up
Nigga if my brother don't trust you ima shoot you
Nigga if my pops don't trust you ima shoot you
Told my cousin if I caught you stealing I'd a blew
Unc up a 100k wearin crocs rockin bluetooths
I'm finna pull up on you na my nigga hold on
My bitch bad walkin round wit no clothes on
Yea I made a Lil pape sellin whole zones
Before then I kicked doors and I sold phones
Nigga
I got no kinda patience
Weighing grams doin scams in my muthafuckin basement
I never had to trip cuz bitch I never chase shit
You get outta place once watch you get replace bitch
Yea
Left leg right leg bitch toot it up
In the back of this Uber bitch I'm
Booted up
Saw they finna shoot I'm gettin suited up
I call the play swear it look just how I drew it up nigga
Yea yea
Yea yea
Caked up Paped Up
Caked up
Aye
Caked up Paped up bitch
Ass down face up
Aye I'm runnin to some money when I wake up
I'm in love wit my drugs we can't break up
Yea yea Caked up Paped up bitch
Ass down face up
Aye I'm runnin to some money when I wake up
I'm in love wit my drugs we can't break up
Ass down face up
Aye I'm runnin to some money when I wake up
I'm in love wit my drugs we can't break up
Yea yea
Caked up Paped up bitch
Ass down face up
Aye I'm runnin to some money when I wake up
I'm in love wit my drugs we can't break up
In a perfect world we be trappin out wit no heat
I'm operating still compensating bitch you know me
Came cash for that Bentley truck hoe this ain't no lease
Ain't nobody staring at you bitch I'm lookin fa police Yea
Devil on my shoulder
I'm a hot boy but my heart gettin colder
I hate being sober nigga hurry up and roll up
If I need the dog I hit my nigga Motorola
Niggas play it tough but that ain't what it seem
I been gettin to the pape don't know about the cream
Unless it's soda
Heard you got some straight drop nigga what's the quota
I'm in the money race and I been runnin niggas over
Told you she at work she told me she comin over
Snitches gettin stitches cuz we got the game sewed up
I stopped smoking weed took a 6 and then I Po'd up
Fucked around and broke all of my junkies shit then slowed up
Nigga if my brother don't trust you ima shoot you
Nigga if my pops don't trust you ima shoot you
Told my cousin if I caught you stealing I'd a blew
Unc up a 100k wearin crocs rockin bluetooths
I'm finna pull up on you na my nigga hold on
My bitch bad walkin round wit no clothes on
Yea I made a Lil pape sellin whole zones
Before then I kicked doors and I sold phones
Nigga
I got no kinda patience
Weighing grams doin scams in my muthafuckin basement
I never had to trip cuz bitch I never chase shit
You get outta place once watch you get replace bitch
Yea
Left leg right leg bitch toot it up
In the back of this Uber bitch I'm
Booted up
Saw they finna shoot I'm gettin suited up
I call the play swear it look just how I drew it up nigga
Yea yea
Yea yea
Caked up Paped Up
Caked up
Aye
Caked up Paped up bitch
Ass down face up
Aye I'm runnin to some money when I wake up
I'm in love wit my drugs we can't break up
Yea yea Caked up Paped up bitch
Ass down face up
Aye I'm runnin to some money when I wake up
I'm in love wit my drugs we can't break up
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Writer(s): Alvin Anderson
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