Vancouver (feat. ILLAH)
Yeah it's trap
Damn
Lil nigga get to playin' but this ain't Monopoly
Got my house raided for committin' two armed robberies
Nigga we could squabble but I guarantee you ain't droppin' me
I was in that cell great thinkin' like my name was socrates
If I could do it all again I wouldn't do shit different
I keep a pistol and a sack like I play for the pistons
I just stay shittin' on niggas like a fuckin' pigeon
All these lil niggas is my sons claim as dependents
In the hood you a bitch you a mark you a target
And I brought the bleach with me incase I stain the carpet
I seen you big homie he gone man that nigga dearly departed
And I feel like Kodak I get popped I'm gettin a pardon
Man I came real you fake first nigga I seen the paperwork
Niggas said JT come hit the stu fuck that I'm seein' paper first
Got a white boy coke plug and that nigga look like Fred Durst
I paid the price in these streets but hell yeah nigga I'm reimbursed
Got a bad bitch that stay in Vancouver
But I got felonies I can't get to her
Water walkin' on this beat with a blower
My bodyguard he a big ass Samoan
Missed my court date so I might have to go in
But fuck that shit man I gotta keep goin
When I upped it I seen myself in slow motion
If its a bonfire I might have to roast him
I could boss you up I could change your life
I'm not the type of nigga to squabble I bring K's to fights
Type of money young nigga touchin' make you hate your life
This ain't a paperwork party we got K's for mice
She postin' Christmas pics with her nigga still got bent over
Still Nissan Altima words she ain't got no rover
The city boys up A hundred thousand points just know it
If I ever fucked your baby momma bro you can get your ho back
Fuck two twins then I told em' we could both be friends
It's like three of us in this bitch let's start a Onlyfans
Aye I don't give a fuck if I rap I'm still that nigga
Niggas clowns like Ronald McDonald we keep big mac with us
You ever seen scary movie this gon' be a new sequel
These is F&N's and AR's not BRF's and eagles
She wanna get some chili Imma leave her on Figgy
When I say XD I ain't talkin' Disney it's India
Got a bad bitch that stay in Vancouver
But I got felonies I can't get to her
Water walkin' on this beat with a blower
My bodyguard he a big ass Samoan
Missed my court date so I might have to go in
But fuck that shit man I gotta keep goin
When I upped it I seen myself in slow motion
If its a bonfire I might have to roast him
Damn
Lil nigga get to playin' but this ain't Monopoly
Got my house raided for committin' two armed robberies
Nigga we could squabble but I guarantee you ain't droppin' me
I was in that cell great thinkin' like my name was socrates
If I could do it all again I wouldn't do shit different
I keep a pistol and a sack like I play for the pistons
I just stay shittin' on niggas like a fuckin' pigeon
All these lil niggas is my sons claim as dependents
In the hood you a bitch you a mark you a target
And I brought the bleach with me incase I stain the carpet
I seen you big homie he gone man that nigga dearly departed
And I feel like Kodak I get popped I'm gettin a pardon
Man I came real you fake first nigga I seen the paperwork
Niggas said JT come hit the stu fuck that I'm seein' paper first
Got a white boy coke plug and that nigga look like Fred Durst
I paid the price in these streets but hell yeah nigga I'm reimbursed
Got a bad bitch that stay in Vancouver
But I got felonies I can't get to her
Water walkin' on this beat with a blower
My bodyguard he a big ass Samoan
Missed my court date so I might have to go in
But fuck that shit man I gotta keep goin
When I upped it I seen myself in slow motion
If its a bonfire I might have to roast him
I could boss you up I could change your life
I'm not the type of nigga to squabble I bring K's to fights
Type of money young nigga touchin' make you hate your life
This ain't a paperwork party we got K's for mice
She postin' Christmas pics with her nigga still got bent over
Still Nissan Altima words she ain't got no rover
The city boys up A hundred thousand points just know it
If I ever fucked your baby momma bro you can get your ho back
Fuck two twins then I told em' we could both be friends
It's like three of us in this bitch let's start a Onlyfans
Aye I don't give a fuck if I rap I'm still that nigga
Niggas clowns like Ronald McDonald we keep big mac with us
You ever seen scary movie this gon' be a new sequel
These is F&N's and AR's not BRF's and eagles
She wanna get some chili Imma leave her on Figgy
When I say XD I ain't talkin' Disney it's India
Got a bad bitch that stay in Vancouver
But I got felonies I can't get to her
Water walkin' on this beat with a blower
My bodyguard he a big ass Samoan
Missed my court date so I might have to go in
But fuck that shit man I gotta keep goin
When I upped it I seen myself in slow motion
If its a bonfire I might have to roast him
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Writer(s): Jaelin Travis
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