Replica Pap Jersey

[Intro]
Ah shit
I’m ballin’ on these niggas bitch
Been ballin’ on these niggas

[Verse]
I Been ballin on these niggas bitch where you think he got it from?
Every time I hit the foreign lot, bitch ima’ cop me one
I ain’t putting shit in no bitch name dumb hoe I got a lot of funds
Paid over a thousand for all these Amiris and bitch i got a thousand of them
I bust this rubber band on this bankroll better bitch won’t find her one (Bah, bah, bah, frr, frr)
Lil’ jumped out with all kind of guns
Some safe to do you better find you some
It’s a button on the back it ain’t no time to run
You better know I’m the one, but I’m not one of them
Bro, up score get bored then go again
Nigga I’ve ballin’ since I came in I’m the reason why the whole gang win
Nah them his niggas I’m not with them big ten on me yeah I got it in
I was in LA for two weeks and I got a Benz
Pourin’ pint after pint taught you how to sip
You the type to move a bitch in ya crib when a hoe with me, I don’t buy her shit
Bitch I want crib, after, crib after, crib, after, crib nigga like I’m a relative
We get the dope load them get the dope sold I put a hunnit thousand in the frigerator
Seventeen thousand in Louie just doing shit
You don’t pop it how I pop it little nigga you new to this
Trim my teeth a thirty bro be cool but keep a thirty
They tryna foul me reach for my jersey triple double
I drop a forty
Fuck a rack bitch I got it on me shit a go left in a heartbeat
Spend a nigga deal on RP’s I don’t touch them if they ain’t foreign car keys
Block a bitch number don’t call me
I ain’t give her nothing she salty
Watch paid private bitch stalk me
Auntie on her knees fear of guard me
10 mil turn shit to zombies bust your fucking head a concrete
Drop two fours like I’m Kobe
Papi on that shit lord og fuck you and your og
One man one band one sound if I don’t like the plan
I change them round
This my shit sit your five dollar ass down
I’m pootie Tang with the belt bitch [?] fully 308 sound like “Grahh”
10 mil bigger than big cloud make a nigga big as him sit down
Nigga I’ve ballin so damn hard these niggas want replicas of my jersey
Nigga my mama tell you the day she found out I was serving
I stick my wrist in a bowl and curving I get on that shit then niggas get nervous
Dawg shit records I started that blood, sweat, tears put my heart in that
I’m that boy I been saying that ain’t shit going to be bigger than pap
I’m dolo everywhere I go I ain’t go to bounce out with a gang of niggas
Be real I don’t even want to hang with niggas
I get way too much change for niggas
I made a whole lane for niggas
And I took whole things from niggas
Now who the fuck want to tell me I didn’t?
Don’t tell me shit show me that you with it
I walk around with a bankroll I’m at the bank when the bank closed
I pull a rock from the pot this shit gave auntie the stank nose
Before I was rocking a Cuban I robbed the nigga for a Franco
These niggas weird like Franco I’m that nigga like jango
Bitch I’m him I’m who you looking for I’m in the kitchen whipping cooking off
Deep in my bag bitch don’t piss me off I don’t what it is bitch I get it off
I walk in this bitch like “Suck my dick”
I walk In this bitch like “I’m rich as shit”
I walk in this bitch like “You’s a bitch”
I walk in this bitch and shoot you in your shit
I walk in this bitch like Stefon diggs
I wink my eye and take a nigga bitch
Bitch jaw drop she came in my crib
Bitch your mom house not big as this
Bitch I’m the one I’m coming trim
Pull up a S600 Benz no, it’s not that and I’m not him
Pull out racks like bitch “I’m him”
Nigga I’ve been ballin so damn long they got my jersey in every gym
Before I was fourteen, I spent over 14,000 just shopping at Kim’s
Amiri slim fit loose lace the timbs these niggas cap these niggas brim
You whooping me that kid slim this ain’t that and that ain’t this