Bash Bwa - The Wrap Up Lyrics

I'm catchin all of these eyeballs
When I pull up in the Beamer
I got it loaded with reefer
And play myself through the speakers
I've just been cookin up this album like a loaded tortilla
I gotta serve it up while it's fresh out the oven so eat uppp
Boy I ain't even tryin, I ain't been tryin all summer
I'm goin off of the top of my head from midnight to sun up
I ain't got time for no second draft, ain't got time for revision
I gotta stick to the mission and drop this shit on you fishes
You know this shit is a business, but check my wrist when it's tickin
Only so many minutes until I move to the city
Now the summer is finished and I just packed up my bags, son
Gotta race against the clock so I can rap up the album
People asking me - "Is the the last we'll hear of Bash Bwa?"
You know the kid is movin out to the Nash, bwa
And before he left he sent you this album
So you better mail him back some cash sonnnn

I don't even know
I don't even know what I'm gonna do
I gotta leave the microphone
Gotta leave behind the BMW
I'm on the Zayn Malik flow
Boy I'm headed out in a new direction
It's hard to suppress the apprehension
But I gotta transcend to the next dimension
Like oh
Subby ain't even playin
The type of shit that he sayin
He finna go Super Saiyan
My - oh
I know you couldn't see this shit comin
Better put on some mittens
It's comin fresh out the oven, boy