Kurapika
Ain't gone stop boy we still
Ain't gone stop boy we still with it
She ain't give me top but I still hit it yeah
You lacking on that bag boy you know that ain't the way
I gave 'em what they want why they still tripping
I just got my bags in alignment
Focused on money I don't care what they trying
She gone suck me up I don't care if she lying
I bet she know we rare we be flying
They stuck in the past I'm ahead of these lames
They say they on top but they ain't with the gang
How the fuck that boy ain't rock what he claim
She said she miss them times but we can't stay the same
Too much money on my feets
Lackin on that bag boy we knockin out your teeth
I could push up on that packy boy you know I smell like trees
How the fuck he get a pass boy you ain't no friend to me like
I came with scarlet eyes and some chains
I done realized that the money ain't a thang
She give to much head think that bitch ran out of brain
Why the fuck you still lie yea I know you ain't changed like
How many times I've tried
Fuck it count my rackies up
Tell that bitch to pack it up
Lackin on that bag for real I could really stack it up
I am not gone foot the bill if I gotta wrap it up
Ain't gone stop boy we still with it
She ain't give me top but I still hit it yeah
You lacking on that bag boy you know that ain't the way
I gave 'em what they want why they still tripping
I just got my bags in alignment
Focused on money I don't care what they trying
She gone suck me up I don't care if she lying
I bet she know we rare we be flying
Ain't gone stop boy we still with it
She ain't give me top but I still hit it yeah
You lacking on that bag boy you know that ain't the way
I gave 'em what they want why they still tripping
I just got my bags in alignment
Focused on money I don't care what they trying
She gone suck me up I don't care if she lying
I bet she know we rare we be flying
They stuck in the past I'm ahead of these lames
They say they on top but they ain't with the gang
How the fuck that boy ain't rock what he claim
She said she miss them times but we can't stay the same
Too much money on my feets
Lackin on that bag boy we knockin out your teeth
I could push up on that packy boy you know I smell like trees
How the fuck he get a pass boy you ain't no friend to me like
I came with scarlet eyes and some chains
I done realized that the money ain't a thang
She give to much head think that bitch ran out of brain
Why the fuck you still lie yea I know you ain't changed like
How many times I've tried
Fuck it count my rackies up
Tell that bitch to pack it up
Lackin on that bag for real I could really stack it up
I am not gone foot the bill if I gotta wrap it up
Ain't gone stop boy we still with it
She ain't give me top but I still hit it yeah
You lacking on that bag boy you know that ain't the way
I gave 'em what they want why they still tripping
I just got my bags in alignment
Focused on money I don't care what they trying
She gone suck me up I don't care if she lying
I bet she know we rare we be flying
Credits
Writer(s): Christien Dupuis
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