Peez - Baby Ap's Interlude Lyrics

Off-white and Burberry my sweats (Yeah, yeah)

Off-white and Burberry my sweats
Put this my new tape, no duct or cassette
Still have to put niggas in check
Don't gotta bill so I cannot relax
F*ckin that hoe from the front and the back
My chick get mad when she think bout my past
Lookin at you niggas can't help but laugh
Cannot tell you the last time I got mad
And if I am I go straight to the Saks
De garçon chucks with the fit yea it match
Don't need citation, the shit I spit facts
Wait till a young Nigga get on the map
It's gone be wraps I be swearing to God
Most of these Niggas identity fraud
Im the type nigga to go cop a vault
You the type Nigga to look for applaud
Only applaud that I need from my mom
Scoop me and CashApp me bish that is all
Porsche 9/11 not talkin bout bombs
Swear that I'm up way before my alarm
RIP Nip can't believe that he's gone
RIP Nip can't believe that he's gone
But the Marathon continue
Young nigga shit you ain't in what we into
Alone in that V-lone when I'm at the Venue
I'm readin they vibe like I'm readin a Kindle
Church every Sunday it's good for my mental (Hey)
Church man it's good for my mental (Hey, yeah)

Dont get how a nigga can just sell his soul
All of these young niggas really get old
Play ya cards right or you might as well fold
Yeah I said fold, just like origami
Or just like my maid when that that bitch on the laundry
Crib so damn big, you would think that it's haunted
Shoutout to Snoop, I still listen to Chronic
While I count bucks, I be feelin like Giannnis
Used to take Lucy to help my with conscious
I'm my own pilot, ain't talkin bout Poncious
And that's on God
Live by the broads you gonna die by the broads
My niggas on go all they need is a nod
Tveryday Christmas, Feliz Navidad
Ty only wish is to not be facade
The man on the cross is the man I won't cross
The man on the cross is the man I won't cross
The man on the cross is the man I won't cross
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah