ELO Sinatra
Gotta thing for this paper I admit it I told em ima do it I did it I'm getting it
Say he fw me gotta be kidding I done got in my bag ain't coming out and I'm serious
On my daughter ain't no kap in my lyrics rocking fear of God it never been a man that I fear
You can't see what's in my cup it ain't clear
Couple shooters got em clutching in the rear
Swear it's goin up this year excuse my French but I don't give a this year
Big blitz run it up all year get the sack like I'm Mack onna rush all year
Where he at he been gone for some years
I Just came back putting on for the year
Had to put in work for that check
Bih she gon twerk for that check
I be in the first not the back
Smoking runtz got me high like a jet
Prada thunders I be fly like a jet
Got hitters from the NY like the Mets
Sending threats inna texts where ya check
Im a boss I don't beef with execs
I get looks on the scene like a wreck
Off the gas did the dash I just hope I don't crash it
it's fast
Shawty suck if off like a passie nasty
Bag it seal it up then I pass it crafty
Niggas talk like hoes they be chatty LAME
I done filled these pockets up with patty cake
Gotta watch for niggas that rattle snake
Yea I told my bruddas look how far we came
Get momma that truck fo I buy me a chain
Drip like the drain or the rain in spring
I dont fw niggas cause these niggas be actors
I'm hot to the highest degree no masters
Ain't no fear in me really niggas ain't factors
Ain't believe in me na I'm up and they asking
Ain't no fear in me really niggas ain't factors
Ain't believe in me na I'm up and they asking
Gotta thing for this paper I admit it I told em ima do it I did it I'm getting it
Say he fw me gotta be kidding I done got in my bag ain't coming out and I'm serious
On my daughter ain't no kap in my lyrics rocking fear of God it never been a man that I fear
You can't see what's in my cup it ain't clear
Couple shooters got em clutching in the rear
Swear it's goin up this year excuse my French but I don't give a this year
Big blitz run it up all year get the sack like I'm Mack onna rush all year
Where he at he been gone for some years
I Just came back putting on for the year
Lately been going thru the motions
Pain its as deep as the ocean
Got in my bag and they notice
Ain't neva losing my focus
Na
I up'd that bag like a bonus
Bankroll too fat I can't fold it
Roll up the pain and I smoke it
Percocet just to keep me from dozing
Like the first onna team I'm chosen I had a few schemes but the rap shit I chose it
I jumped off in that water and floated
F&N four five tucked wit no holster
I know niggas is over my shoulder
Just rolled three gram of rock not no boulder
Trust nobody heart cold as the polar
I keep seeing shit over and over
Gotta thing for this paper I admit it I told em ima do it I did it I'm getting it
Say he fw me gotta be kidding I done got in my bag ain't coming out and I'm serious
On my daughter ain't no kap in my lyrics rocking fear of God it never been a man that I fear
You can't see what's in my cup it ain't clear
Couple shooters got em clutching in the rear
Swear it's goin up this year excuse my French but I don't give a this year
Big blitz run it up all year get the sack like I'm Mack onna rush all year
Where he at he been gone for some years
I Just came back putting on for the year
Say he fw me gotta be kidding I done got in my bag ain't coming out and I'm serious
On my daughter ain't no kap in my lyrics rocking fear of God it never been a man that I fear
You can't see what's in my cup it ain't clear
Couple shooters got em clutching in the rear
Swear it's goin up this year excuse my French but I don't give a this year
Big blitz run it up all year get the sack like I'm Mack onna rush all year
Where he at he been gone for some years
I Just came back putting on for the year
Had to put in work for that check
Bih she gon twerk for that check
I be in the first not the back
Smoking runtz got me high like a jet
Prada thunders I be fly like a jet
Got hitters from the NY like the Mets
Sending threats inna texts where ya check
Im a boss I don't beef with execs
I get looks on the scene like a wreck
Off the gas did the dash I just hope I don't crash it
it's fast
Shawty suck if off like a passie nasty
Bag it seal it up then I pass it crafty
Niggas talk like hoes they be chatty LAME
I done filled these pockets up with patty cake
Gotta watch for niggas that rattle snake
Yea I told my bruddas look how far we came
Get momma that truck fo I buy me a chain
Drip like the drain or the rain in spring
I dont fw niggas cause these niggas be actors
I'm hot to the highest degree no masters
Ain't no fear in me really niggas ain't factors
Ain't believe in me na I'm up and they asking
Ain't no fear in me really niggas ain't factors
Ain't believe in me na I'm up and they asking
Gotta thing for this paper I admit it I told em ima do it I did it I'm getting it
Say he fw me gotta be kidding I done got in my bag ain't coming out and I'm serious
On my daughter ain't no kap in my lyrics rocking fear of God it never been a man that I fear
You can't see what's in my cup it ain't clear
Couple shooters got em clutching in the rear
Swear it's goin up this year excuse my French but I don't give a this year
Big blitz run it up all year get the sack like I'm Mack onna rush all year
Where he at he been gone for some years
I Just came back putting on for the year
Lately been going thru the motions
Pain its as deep as the ocean
Got in my bag and they notice
Ain't neva losing my focus
Na
I up'd that bag like a bonus
Bankroll too fat I can't fold it
Roll up the pain and I smoke it
Percocet just to keep me from dozing
Like the first onna team I'm chosen I had a few schemes but the rap shit I chose it
I jumped off in that water and floated
F&N four five tucked wit no holster
I know niggas is over my shoulder
Just rolled three gram of rock not no boulder
Trust nobody heart cold as the polar
I keep seeing shit over and over
Gotta thing for this paper I admit it I told em ima do it I did it I'm getting it
Say he fw me gotta be kidding I done got in my bag ain't coming out and I'm serious
On my daughter ain't no kap in my lyrics rocking fear of God it never been a man that I fear
You can't see what's in my cup it ain't clear
Couple shooters got em clutching in the rear
Swear it's goin up this year excuse my French but I don't give a this year
Big blitz run it up all year get the sack like I'm Mack onna rush all year
Where he at he been gone for some years
I Just came back putting on for the year
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Writer(s): Elijah Owens
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