Intro
I'm not a rapper I just put words together good
Duffel bag full of alpo under my letterman
Just let me in
I don't wanna kick the doe down for you to let me in
Told the bitch that if we make it back I got a extra 10
Had to make a stop in Kentucky before we hit the ten
Brody got a lane on footballs we up in Lexington
I just wanna know what y'all niggas do for pape
Set yo mans up and take his position you niggas gay
Aye
I just want some cheese put a Mack on it
Dawg out here with a big head I put stacks on it
Some racks on it am I tripping or niggas snakes
Same nigga drop a dime a come ask for some pape
Turn around got his hand out again to get a plate
G lock 19 blue beam and some tape
G lock 19 blue beam and some tape
I'm not a rapper
I'm not a rapper
Ima journalist
Bitches on my dick they only here because I'm paid
Ugly ass nigga they ain't here because my face
They love the way I fuck and how my chain be in they face
I love the way she stuff the pills and help me get that pape
My brotha told me if we make it out then bitch we lit
60 Racks in all blues like I'm rolling with the crips
Soon as I dropped the chain I went and dropped me a brick
Made that bitch roll over threw treat to make it flip
Oh you made that in a month I put that shit up on my kit nigga
Duffel bag full of alpo under my letterman
Just let me in
I don't wanna kick the doe down for you to let me in
Told the bitch that if we make it back I got a extra 10
Had to make a stop in Kentucky before we hit the ten
Brody got a lane on footballs we up in Lexington
I just wanna know what y'all niggas do for pape
Set yo mans up and take his position you niggas gay
Aye
I just want some cheese put a Mack on it
Dawg out here with a big head I put stacks on it
Some racks on it am I tripping or niggas snakes
Same nigga drop a dime a come ask for some pape
Turn around got his hand out again to get a plate
G lock 19 blue beam and some tape
G lock 19 blue beam and some tape
I'm not a rapper
I'm not a rapper
Ima journalist
Bitches on my dick they only here because I'm paid
Ugly ass nigga they ain't here because my face
They love the way I fuck and how my chain be in they face
I love the way she stuff the pills and help me get that pape
My brotha told me if we make it out then bitch we lit
60 Racks in all blues like I'm rolling with the crips
Soon as I dropped the chain I went and dropped me a brick
Made that bitch roll over threw treat to make it flip
Oh you made that in a month I put that shit up on my kit nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Anthony, Clinton Cave, Mitchel Cave
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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