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YN Jay

1000 Tapes

 

1000 Tapes

(album: Drake N Josh - 2022)


[YN Jay:]
(Enrgy made this one)
I'll sell a thousand tapes for ten

Sell a thousand mixtapes for ten, I don't need no fiends
Nigga, I'll ball by myself, I don't need no team
I just faced a three-five of Runtz, I don't need no lean
Stuffed twenty in some hooping shorts, I don't need no jeans
Thinking how the hell I'm MVP and I ain't get no ring?
Bro just bought an AR with the flash, how you forget the beam?
I don't pop pills, but I got bars, get it by the script
I just poured a four in a two, I was sleep by six
Bro'nem threw a thousand-some dollars, we was deep at Chip's
My bitch awake, plus she get mad when she don't get no tip
Nigga set a pick, I had to roll, fuck a give-and-take
Dirty money got me breaking out, this ain't Prison Break
This a different lemon squeeze, it make lemonade
Nigga, you ain't sipping lean, that shit Minute Maid
I ain't stopping 'til I'm rich as Drake
I just had to call my brother Josh like, "Let me get the Drac'"
Hold on, let me call my baby Mo like, "Let me get some drank"
'Member I was eating ramen noodles, now it's shrimp and steak
Mike, what up, my nigga? Rio, what up, my baby?
Lou, what we on tonight, my dog?

[RMC Mike:]
Bitch
My nigga Jay want steak and shrimps, I need lamb chops
I just poured three and a half lines in a canned pop
I ain't use the chop to pop dog, this my man's Glock
Flinttown, 810 baby, bitch, it's bedrock
Tryna make it out the hood, I gotta find a way
White boy deconstruct the crib tryna find a safe
Granny gave me a glass pint, I'ma finna hide an eight
Hi-Tech ain't seen me in a while, I surprised the drank
She gave me head in the dark, I had to hide her face
Put all my pros in the bank, I'm subscribed by Chase
Couldn't catch dog broad day, I'ma slide by late
Finna drop forty on a nigga like five times eight
Ri' hit me up like, "Let me buy that bitch"
Have a hippie smoke one of you niggas in a tie-dye 'fit
All you niggas' chain fake as hell like a sci-fi flick
Bitch, I'm tapped in everywhere on my wifi shit

done

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