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itsrell - no bap (prod. yibi) كلمات الأغنية

(intro)
rolling the dice and it looked like you cr_pped out
i’m pulling up with a three hundred black out
he wanted beef so now he gotta pay gun giving him lipo it’s knocking the fat out…

(verse one)
say i fell off but i’m back for the green
none of my opps came back from defeat
lightskin jawn baby back it for me, and i bag it for her, i’m actually he, (him)
he walking round like it can’t be me
he getting rolled like a swisher sweet
put in a pack then i’m blowing the leaf
but it don’t get me high so he lied for the streets
upping my gun and he run that’s track
shot to his head put him flat on his back
they really don’t like me but that’s just that
but i ain’t got opps and that’s no bap
i got a jawn and my baby get feisty
lil bae tried to fight me i told her relax
feel like i’m mighty i might drop a bag
on a bag, and a ticket to fly out the trap
i’m finna kick up my feet and go roll some weed cause i get a bag off of rap
and i know that i’m making em mad
know that i’m making pull out they hair and they tracks
know that they jealous the way that i’m living, know that they going out sad
i know that they looking around like where did he come from
came out the cuts and the cracks
rolling the dice and it looked like you cr_pped out
i’m pulling up with a three hundred black out
he wanted beef so now he gotta pay gun giving him lipo it’s knocking the fat out
why did he crash out?
why did he think that i’m fighting the bodies get dragged out
whole lotta smoke in the wheel imma pass out
i’m finna go on a ayeeee bring the mask out
now he put in a bag like i’m taking the trash out
how is he fighting when he was the class clown?
calling my guys and we hop in the lac rolling a wood leaving you in the background
we celebrating whenever it’s rat down
there’s whole lotta money i’m milking the cash cow
whole lotta rappers in my city getting lapped around
i’m the real deal and i’m spitting the facts now
he pulling up for a pack but get packed out
she wanna hit cause she heard how my rap sound
baby she bound back shots tryna tap out
bring her to the back she get hit in the back house
back it, baby throw it back then i back out
it’s a cold world like a witch it get wicked
said he a shooter then why is he bricking?
making me mad like a movie we clipped em
he walking up like we playing we bl!cked em
think it’s a game til i shut down your system
these bullets knock now it’s wocking your wisdom
brodie mix wock wit the meds now he feel it
i mix dollas wit some head now she simping
shorty mix thots wit the bread shorty pimping
i break her spine in the bed now he’s limping
she got the water she give me a sip
my shorty she lesbian kissing on women
beating her down like the beat how i did it
hop on a track and i’m making em feel it
they asking questions like how did he get it?
like how did he come as the kid from the trenches?
(outro)
why did he crash out?
why did he think that i’m fighting the bodies get dragged out
whole lotta smoke in the wheel imma pass out
i’m finna go on a ayeeee bring the mask out
calling my guys and we hop in the lac rolling a wood leaving you in the background
we celebrating whenever it’s rat down
there’s a whole lotta rappers in my city getting lapped around!

- itsrell

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