2 Way 3 Level Pape Creator

[Intro]
(LavishThatsTooHot, LavishThatsTooHot)
Bitch
Blade Man, nigga, ayy
This nigga said he want mm, mm, mm, mm

[Verse]
This niggas said he from the block, he was on the porch though
This bitch gon' fuck me off the love, you gotta force hoes
I thought your broke-ass was the plug, where the cord go?
Unc' in the kitchen cookin' up, make sure the door closed
We in the stu' at 7:30 in this bitch
Soft-ass lil' nigga, I'll take your gun up off your hip, bitch
I'm so high, I poured so many lines of Tris'
This pop really cost a thousand, how dare you ask for a sip, nigga
I'm gettin' to the dog shit, so fuck a bitch, nigga
I'm ridin' with my lil' pits, I'll make 'em sic niggas
You wanna learn how to buss a scam? I got some tips, nigga
I'm on a different time than these niggas, you can't sit with me
I'm a two-way three level pape' creator
You finally got your first ten, lil' nigga, that's basic payment, uh-huh
I told her ass, "I'm in the stu', so call me later"
Bro just took a baby Drac' from a nigga, we'll pay 'em later
She want Blade on her body, I'm like a razor
Broke-ass cheap nigga, you always askin' for a favor, bitch
Them niggas see me out here shittin', somebody change
Finessin' Chase out there pape', I already know that bank hate me
Bitch, we on the road chasin' pape' every day
How you know it's time to get money and you late every day?
You miss out on all the risk because your ass be afraid
Niggas know I'm comin' Yeezy, barely catch me in some Jays
How you hang with fake niggas? That shit lame
Finna crash the SRT 'cause I can't see inside the rain
Quit all that funny shit, I ain't even famous
At the crib chillin' with some dog shit while niggas hatin'
We in the A at a fat mansion
I see why you ain't got no gaffle 'cause you don't know how to manage
Soon as this money come out my mouth, I be makin' these niggas panic
You a snitchin'-ass nigga, y'all be actin' just like Candace
They see me out here tall as hell, I already know you can't stand it
This bitch pussy good as hell, her shit sweeter than some candy
I be hangin' with the Reaper like Billy and Mandy
RKO you with this chop, got these niggas callin' me Randy
Drop thirty on a nigga like Cade Cunningham
The type to shoot a nigga party up, I ain't no function man
And bro just got a lane on the Percs, I told him, "Cut me in"
I'm done bein' humble 'bout this shit, I'm finna rub it in
This nigga really tender 'bout this ho, but I'm 'bout fuck again
You wanna fuck with me and gang, we gotta jump you in
I told bro, "Get off that bullshit, you need some structure, twin"
Save my Distro and cash it out to buy a couple fins
Bitch, I be wearin' Amiri jeans, you need some different pants