Runnin' Thru Da Nap

Man fuck! (Mmm)
What the fuck
Hell naw

Little booty bitches matter too she got to twerking on me
Big booty bitch she got the juice i'm tryn' see what it do
These ratatouille niggas with the blue tryna tell them what I do
And they can't get a single word from me but they'll get one from you
My ex steady tryna fuck on me this bitch a bugga boo
But all my feelings in my nuts lil bae can't fall in love with you
I don't know what i'm gone do today but I won't fuck with you
Sike! i know what i'm gone do today i'm finna get some cake
I say this to my dawgs like every song already know okay
I hope they know by now this shit a marathon it's not a race
You better help yo' nigga up if you see he can't keep the pace
Don't fall out bout these bitches a mouth full of nut is all they taste
I was runnin' thru' the Nap, I was tryna get some bread
She was tryna get a kiss, I was tryna get some head
He was tryna make a diss, we was tryna leave him dead
You won't know which one of us coming, got too many many man
I'm just tryna beat the system protect my neck from the klan
We already got it spinnin' just gotta stick to the plan
We already making digits we just gone make them expand
And pray all my niggas with me I pray they don't bite the hand
Okay don't end up on the new cause you chasing clout nigga you can have it
You won't be to happy i'll use your braces for target practice
Up it ima blast it cause i'm a savage i'm far from average
Talking like he bout it i'll leave him bouncing just like a mattress
Smoking on this nasty i'm guessing it's bad habits
Chasing dreams my auntie told it's so close that i could grab it
Like a prison if a nigga don't listen then i'm a stab him
If he jumping like he with it dismiss him if he wants static
Leave you stankin' what you thankin' that waka flaka the basket
All this money i been chasin' that basket it got me bragging
Playing bitches like 2k I cross 'em up i catch 'em lacking
You don't ever wanna try me you see me i'm pistol packing
And my city is the red zone
Still got hands on
try to run ya mans gone, bitch put ya panties on
All i want is top, while ya rubbing on my teflon
I'll be getting guap in my section 'til the checks gone
I got bad habits I find excitement in pulling triggers
I got bad habits can't get to heaven cause i'm a sinner
Wrap my cell phone up in tin foil no signal for you niggas
Put that thang up in ya face I run ya pockets then i'm dipping
I got bad habits munchin' on junk clutching extensions
I got bad habits ain't about money I ain't gone listen
Bitch I got precise aim and I promise that i'm not missing
Bitch and I cherish my life so i'm a buss it 'til it's clicking
And I say little booty bitches matter too she got to twerking on me
Big booty bitch she got the juice i'm tryna see what it do
These ratatouille niggas with the blue tryna tell 'em what i do
And they can't get a single word from me bt they'll get one from you
My ex steady tryna fuck on me this bitch a bugga boo
But all my feelings in my nuts lil bae can't fall in love with you
I don't know what i'm gone do today but i won't fuck with you
Sike I know what i'm gone to today i'm finna get some cake
I let my lil hoe hold a pistol got her steppin' in her uggs
Only know bout' what it is don't try to tell me what it was
My pops left me for i knew who he was so tell me how the fuck
I'm finna be a dead beat, I do then make my head lean
I know that shit get messy
So I won't be no dead beat
Know any circumstances I won't ever leave my damn seed
So i'm a get my bands ahead and mother fuck a fed sweep
Hit that mother fucking fed sweep
Choppa hit his head den his head leak
Nigga should have never said shit
Now he R.I.P he a dead bitch
Nigga
I'm gone