FUCK RAP (feat. Veeze)

Ayy, I said f*ck rappin', I'd rather double down, I got a bag to get Speeded up my lane, we ain't the same, you gettin' your package shipped How the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one in Wakin' up on time, hit the trap at nine, shake a bag by ten I don't even waste time tryin' to break it down, I don't got no scale Free bro, why he sittin' fightin' for a bond, I'm tryin' to box my bales He came tu cop, but I know who he be around, I gotta watch my sales Everything in the spot under 18, but I'm not R-kellz My Chinaman threw me 500 Yao Mings, I hit the block myself My shirt five and my jeans cost 17, and I forgot my belts I'm certified, tryin' to pocket watch my cheese, that is not gon' help He on black and white, is that boy a referee? He makin' great statements Just bought a chain, bout to knock a Rollie out, they think I'm Tank Davis You a die, tryin' to take the safer out, that's why I stay dangerous All blue when I bring that paper out, they think I'm gang banging I said f*ck rappin', I'd rather double down, I got a bag to get Speeded up my lane, we ain't the same, you gettin' your package shipped How the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one in I ain't gotta count the 20s, I can hand weigh em' How you tryna play it, we got bricks and we landscaping Think the world is mine, bout to take a trip to M.I.A Gallery panta, Taylor, bell-bottom, like a 70s player Yeah, that be my ho, that for sure, but she not my main one I can take these presis', make a movie like I'm Ronald Reagan Nigga better not getting to call my phone when them switches sprayin I can get them bowls right to your door, boy, that's just a layup Boy, I do this in my sleep, double cup, pimp c I'ma still be pushin' P when I'm old and wrinkly F*ck the smoke, I pay a fee, gettin' wrapped in sheets Double cup, I'm holdin' pink like Victoria Secret Boy, I been killed your town, they rest in peace Triple seals on my pounds, them bitches stinky I bust plenty plays on mile, but i ain't even front of East though Once it's up, then it's stuck, what you coppin', please for? Ayy, I said f*ck rappin', I'd rather double down, I got a bag to get Speeded up my lane, we ain't the same, you gettin' your package shipped How the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one