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Who U

 

Who U

(album: Ape Season - 2019)


Huh, yeah
I used to be a used to
Yeah, yeah

Niggas mad 'cause I ain't dirty no more
I ain't getting on the high with Perc-30's no more
I got ten guns, cost me a record piece
Keep sipping back, gorillas with me, beat you happily
I'll put the pistol in that nigga mouth for talking crazy
Take me a long time to drop a tape 'cause I'm lazy
Ghazi flew me out to San Francisco and he paid me
He got me out the streets, I ain't gon' lie, that nigga saved me
Shout out LB for holding me down, that's my baby
I got your back forever even though you drive me brazy
I opened up some doors for some niggas and they ain't thank me
If I get in my feelings, I'ma pull up with my Drakey
Quick turnaround at EMPIRE and made a free eighty
Got a young nigga, 15 with a .380
He'll knock a nigga head off just for three eighths
BT hitting all the bricks, screaming, "Free 80s"
Pull up blowing big shit, sound like an M80
Make a sixty ball in one play, yeah, shout out Jon
Got some big dawgs behind the scenes, yeah, they out of bounds
Got my young dawg coming down 'cause he out a pound
Got a white ill pendant, cross a hundred when the tank arrive
Got a big ass pool in the backyard, you wanna take a dive?
Try to double cross any of my niggas, you gon' lose your life
Niggas really gamble with they life, we ain't shooting no dice
If I see an opp at the light, I'm shooting on sight
Put the Hellcat in 700 and make a right
Slow this motherfucker down, we off the block
You hop up and clock, let's drop off the Glocks
I can't afford to go down, I got people to feed
You say it's bodies outside, we got people to leave
I got a plug from Jamaica investing in P's
I got a bitch in Punta Coota invested in me
I be still in the hood like I ain't me
'Cause I got niggas that's on tether and they can't leave
And I ain't worried 'bout them niggas 'less he can't bleed
You ain't really on the road if you don't see skis
You ain't been certified everywhere, you ain't around gang
I poured a four in my Sprite, that look like champagne
Pull up the truth in the coupe wearing eight chains
All my niggas screaming, "Woop," it's an ape thing
I can't take you serious, you ain't got no kill
You ain't got no drip, you just a rapper on some broke shit
Ain't got no car, got no house, you ain't need no lean
Spending all your money on that shit like a dope fiend
Million dollar nigga still sip codeine
I'm sitting in the Benz, that's the difference if you ain't seen
Presidential tint wrapped around so I ain't seen
All the fiends off the OP's, I need every bean

done

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