Pull it back and make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin´ up the MAC
Shit, the studio my trap Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack But you can´t hear me rap if you ain´t tryna spend some racks (No way) Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yac I forgot my past, shit, I can barely hold a chat Likkle man, you lying, pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don´t ask me how I´m doing they´re just on man for a track (Haha) Pussies
Rest in peace to set man ´cause they´re dead to me Ask me for a bring in but don´t check for me (No way) (Woo)
Now man are in my DM´s, tryna lecture me ´bout how they can´t see me and they´re vexed with me (Hahaha) Coming from a place where you get one shot Make it out or you blast a one pop Man start movin´ shady if it´s on top Pray for all my brothers, free my dons locked, yeah Used to have a point to prove, now I´m just a noisy yout´ Tell your little bitch to give her boy the boot Tryna make some money? Come and join the crew If not, I´m avoiding you Leave me be, just sit back and enjoy the view
Pull it back and make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin´ up the MAC
Shit, the studio my trap Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack But you can´t hear me rap if you ain´t tryna spend some racks (No way) Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yac I forgot my past, shit, I can barely hold a chat Likkle man, you lying, pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don´t ask me how I´m doing they´re just on man for a track (Haha) Pussies
Back to work, I get it in, then I get out the gaff Got business to attend and if I´ve not, I got a pound to splash Face is bait, they know it´s Aitch, so I go round the back
Linkin´ up with bae, she make it clap, should hear the sound of that Say they´re on me, got me creasing like some AF1´s (Uh-huh) Said the cookies got me stinking up in Saint Laurent Swear they hate me on the daily ´cause the paper´s long But prick, you´re paying me my wages when you play the songs Take a flight, I´m goin´ out of the estates Just landed in LA with fifty thousand in my case (Guap) Man had to catch the hands for gettin´ rowdy in my face Now I´m a bigger man, I just get out and walk away
Pull it back and make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin´ up the MAC Shit, the studio my trap Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack But you can´t hear me rap if you ain´t tryna spend some racks (No way) Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yac I forgot my past, shit, I can barely hold a chat Likkle man, you lying, pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don´t ask me how I´m doing they´re just on man for a track (Haha) Pussies
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