The 2nd of November

Yuh
I got the bag
Yuh
I got the swag
Yea you know that my niggas they popping the tags
Yea never gon lack

I got a stack in the safe
I got a brand new wraith
And I dressed it in all Bape
Had a sesh with the hoes at the lake

I wake and I bake
Always gonna steal the plates
Making tracks is all I make
Pushing weight I'm pushing weight

Eating at Steak 'n Shake
The racks what I'm gonna make
I take and I take yuh
It be my faith yuh

I'm chillen with fade
We sippin the fo with MinuteMade
All these bitches mane they getting laid
Hopping on sway

And he fucking with my bars
And I'm switching up the cars
And I'm swiping debit cards
And I'm swiping credit cards

I got cash on both
Your girl is a hoe
And I don't know her name
And I don't wanna know

My name is Dimas in the trap trap
Got two phones where you at at
Kuz I'll pull up and I'll serve you loud pack
Got big racks and that's big facts

Yuh you dig that
And I know that
Taking pictures everywhere feel like Kodak
Racks in the safe never showed that
Got money I was stuck in a yota
I'm real g call me Yoda
Got 2 phones no Motorola

Do this for tha fam that on phonem
Yuh
That's big facts
Never gon lack
Did it back to back like Drake did on the track
Yea oooo
And these bars they gonna slap

I got bars
No one understands them
No one understands them
I got cars
No one canna drive them
No one canna drive them
Nooo

Whippin it quick
Whippin it fast
Go on the dash

Whippin it slow whippin it low
She got that ass
Yuh and I'm gonna smash
Your bars hella trash
Nigga you hella bapp
Bitch



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Writer(s): Dimas Henriquez
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