Aye
Lil bitch (Yea)
Welcome to the Tape
King Getback
22 shit
2 shit no fu shit
F.S.O shit
(Aye, aye, aye)
No cap
Niggas know what the f*ck it is
Niggas know how the f*ck we bleed
Niggas know how the f*ck we coming
Off the rip
God first, gang second
Straight up!
I ain't never had shit
But a bad bitch and mac kit
Food stamps on the first
We ain't shit when the last hit
Now I roll up for the past times
Memories filled with bad times
Trapping off like 6 dimes
Now I'm laid up with like 6 dimes
2 more coming but I'm tired
2 3.5s got me fried
That's 2 8ths
Double camo
Thats 2 apes
Young nigga been 2 great
I'm up now
She wanna f*ck huh?
Bitch it's too late
But if she pull up
Just know wassup
Imma beat the box for dat sweepstakes
KingGetBack why they call you that?
If i take a loss, I can get it back
He say he posted where the shooters at
How your shooters shooters if your shooters lack
I aint even really in to that
If it's real beef your phone gotta map
We shoot shots where your shooters at
You was popping when you used to trap
We still popping cause we into that
Domo got about 50 traps
Big stupid guns, got silly gats
Big stupid funds, got silly racks
Tryna leave the hood and bring Bentley's back
If she leave with me you won't get her back
And this only facts
I don't like to cap
Thats a known fact
In her stomach like a six pack
Probably penetration where she grin at
F*ck a thick bitch
Where the slims at?
She want top first
Better trim that
Trying to move my mama where the hills at
She like damn Tae where the bills at?
God gon throw me them blessings on blessings
And imma give yo ass racks for the stressing
Drop the top and the dash a go
Drop some shots and leave
Like a pop and go
Pick ya bitch and dip that's a pick and roll
Bet you know how that's finna go
F*ck her good then I'm finna go
She like damn Tae where you finna go
Pendant on the way so it's finna snow
If I ain't up yet then I'm finna blow
Tryna be patient
I want them forgis on pavement
Audi coupe dash it and race it
Ice on my neck cost a baby
The foreigns I f*ck always crazy
Put 12 to his chest now he Brady
I never spend what I'm making
I only spend what we taking
You only capping and faking
Shorty in love wit my drip
Now I got her ass clapping and shaking
F*ck niggas want me to let up
Real shooters aim from the neck up
Turn his tomato to ketchup
We might draw down with baretttas
Shots warm him up like a sweater
I love when a pretty bitch yellow
I love when she jiggle like jello
We really toting real metal
My chain really look like a medal
12 get behind me
I'm stomping the pedal
Aye
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Aye
Lil bitch (Yea)
Welcome to the Tape
King Getback
22 shit
2 shit no fu shit
F.S.O shit
(Aye, aye, aye)
No cap
Niggas know what the f*ck it is
Niggas know how the f*ck we bleed
Niggas know how the f*ck we coming
Off the rip
God first, gang second
Straight up!
I ain't never had shit
But a bad bitch and mac kit
Food stamps on the first
We ain't shit when the last hit
Now I roll up for the past times
Memories filled with bad times
Trapping off like 6 dimes
Now I'm laid up with like 6 dimes
2 more coming but I'm tired
2 3.5s got me fried
That's 2 8ths
Double camo
Thats 2 apes
Young nigga been 2 great
I'm up now
She wanna f*ck huh?
Bitch it's too late
But if she pull up
Just know wassup
Imma beat the box for dat sweepstakes
KingGetBack why they call you that?
If i take a loss, I can get it back
He say he posted where the shooters at
How your shooters shooters if your shooters lack
I aint even really in to that
If it's real beef your phone gotta map
We shoot shots where your shooters at
You was popping when you used to trap
We still popping cause we into that
Domo got about 50 traps
Big stupid guns, got silly gats
Big stupid funds, got silly racks
Tryna leave the hood and bring Bentley's back
If she leave with me you won't get her back
And this only facts
I don't like to cap
Thats a known fact
In her stomach like a six pack
Probably penetration where she grin at
F*ck a thick bitch
Where the slims at?
She want top first
Better trim that
Trying to move my mama where the hills at
She like damn Tae where the bills at?
God gon throw me them blessings on blessings
And imma give yo ass racks for the stressing
Drop the top and the dash a go
Drop some shots and leave
Like a pop and go
Pick ya bitch and dip that's a pick and roll
Bet you know how that's finna go
F*ck her good then I'm finna go
She like damn Tae where you finna go
Pendant on the way so it's finna snow
If I ain't up yet then I'm finna blow
Tryna be patient
I want them forgis on pavement
Audi coupe dash it and race it
Ice on my neck cost a baby
The foreigns I f*ck always crazy
Put 12 to his chest now he Brady
I never spend what I'm making
I only spend what we taking
You only capping and faking
Shorty in love wit my drip
Now I got her ass clapping and shaking
F*ck niggas want me to let up
Real shooters aim from the neck up
Turn his tomato to ketchup
We might draw down with baretttas
Shots warm him up like a sweater
I love when a pretty bitch yellow
I love when she jiggle like jello
We really toting real metal
My chain really look like a medal
12 get behind me
I'm stomping the pedal
Aye
Lil bitch (Yea)
Welcome to the Tape
King Getback
22 shit
2 shit no fu shit
F.S.O shit
(Aye, aye, aye)
No cap
Niggas know what the f*ck it is
Niggas know how the f*ck we bleed
Niggas know how the f*ck we coming
Off the rip
God first, gang second
Straight up!
I ain't never had shit
But a bad bitch and mac kit
Food stamps on the first
We ain't shit when the last hit
Now I roll up for the past times
Memories filled with bad times
Trapping off like 6 dimes
Now I'm laid up with like 6 dimes
2 more coming but I'm tired
2 3.5s got me fried
That's 2 8ths
Double camo
Thats 2 apes
Young nigga been 2 great
I'm up now
She wanna f*ck huh?
Bitch it's too late
But if she pull up
Just know wassup
Imma beat the box for dat sweepstakes
KingGetBack why they call you that?
If i take a loss, I can get it back
He say he posted where the shooters at
How your shooters shooters if your shooters lack
I aint even really in to that
If it's real beef your phone gotta map
We shoot shots where your shooters at
You was popping when you used to trap
We still popping cause we into that
Domo got about 50 traps
Big stupid guns, got silly gats
Big stupid funds, got silly racks
Tryna leave the hood and bring Bentley's back
If she leave with me you won't get her back
And this only facts
I don't like to cap
Thats a known fact
In her stomach like a six pack
Probably penetration where she grin at
F*ck a thick bitch
Where the slims at?
She want top first
Better trim that
Trying to move my mama where the hills at
She like damn Tae where the bills at?
God gon throw me them blessings on blessings
And imma give yo ass racks for the stressing
Drop the top and the dash a go
Drop some shots and leave
Like a pop and go
Pick ya bitch and dip that's a pick and roll
Bet you know how that's finna go
F*ck her good then I'm finna go
She like damn Tae where you finna go
Pendant on the way so it's finna snow
If I ain't up yet then I'm finna blow
Tryna be patient
I want them forgis on pavement
Audi coupe dash it and race it
Ice on my neck cost a baby
The foreigns I f*ck always crazy
Put 12 to his chest now he Brady
I never spend what I'm making
I only spend what we taking
You only capping and faking
Shorty in love wit my drip
Now I got her ass clapping and shaking
F*ck niggas want me to let up
Real shooters aim from the neck up
Turn his tomato to ketchup
We might draw down with baretttas
Shots warm him up like a sweater
I love when a pretty bitch yellow
I love when she jiggle like jello
We really toting real metal
My chain really look like a medal
12 get behind me
I'm stomping the pedal
Aye
Writer: DeMontae Holloman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid