Bee - Rapture Lyrics

Baking the bread neva running out
Paint my town red till the sun is down
Savings lookin like a hunnid thou
Told the feds to check my numbers now
She said oh you movin funny now
But you could still pull them rubbers out
I told hunny she could cut it out
You my hoe for the summer now

I do it all for my team
Broke boy you ain't nun like me
Damian Lil I'm shooting for three
Chill lil bitch she see how I be
All that love shit not for me
Stack this bread I'm stacking heat
High up and I'm still lowkey
Mystery like K. Sozë
Diamonds box like Michael B
Niggas know how the cycle be
Free for my dawgs like Michael V
Hoes treat me like Kofi
Puff packs of cali green
Mix match like Zack Cody
Ya bitch whack keep hacklin' me
In the back attacking me
Miss rap like Stack Max B
This big rap I'm packing heat
I been lapping all the beat
I'm kidnapping all the beats
Yo wrist glisten not like me
I'm riff raffing all my treesh
Ya bitch gagging on my meat
I be spankin up her cheeks

Baking the bread neva running out
Paint my town red till the sun is down
Savings lookin like a hunnid thou
Told the feds to check my numbers now
She said oh you movin funny now
But you could still pull them rubbers out
I told hunny she could cut it out
You my hoe for the summer now

I came up never sweatin
Can't even spell the word "pressure"
These niggas move like wrestlers
Mad gimmicks & they stressing
My niggas cool we refreshin
But make a move we reckless
Couple fools who will test us
Couple tools to address em
Thankin god for the blessing
We just out here living lavish
All of my niggas is mad rich
We was too used to living average
Now we icy with the carrots
Ya bitch f*ck like a rabbit
I dick her down like a savage
Feel bad for ya marriage
Ya bitch fly me out to Paris
U niggas fake and are parrots
Neck froze bunch a karots
I am with not the lackin
Spit my facts on some fax shit
You niggas Best is my whack shit
I am the one in this rap shit
My verse kill you all like the Rapture

Baking the bread neva running out
Paint my town red till the sun is down
Savings lookin like a hunnid thou
Told the feds to check my numbers now
She said oh you movin funny now
But you could still pull them rubbers out
I told hunny she could cut it out
You my hoe for the summer now