Rap Shyt ft. Johnny Guap & Peezky Lyrics

been on some R&B shit, but I still pop out on some rap shit, cap shit, niggas talkin

Fuck round get your cap split Rich wrist, that mean it's got a hundred thousand on my wrist

And I rightly fire Tommy, still come with designer shit, designer dick

Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, oh shit Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, suckin' all over the tip

My neck so icy, think I hopped in the snow on some dip shit

Have the paperwork to back it up, bitch, I ain't never snitched

Baby in the mood, baby really tryna get me down and dirty

Started off with five and then I came up thirty

Came up from the slums, man, they said he dirty

Can't come around your bitch, cause they said I'm flirtin

All this ice up on my neck, it got me feelin' thirty

All these niggas show me envy, I'm like, damn, that's work

Look, I ain't tryna care, I'm just tryna work

I'm throwin' hundreds at your baby, mama, get to twerkin

Been on some R&B shit, but I still pop out on some rap shit, cap shit, niggas talkin

Fuck, why I get your cap split? Rich wrist, that mean it's got a hundred thousand on my wrist

And I rightly fire Tommy, still come with designer shit, designer dick

Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, oh shit Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, suckin' all over the tip

My neck so icy, think I hopped in the snow on some dip shit

Have the paperwork to back it up, bitch, I ain't never snitch

On my mama, nigga, ah, on this mama, nigga

On this mama, nigga, ayy, ass is burnin

Uh, ass is burnin', ain't no God in control

Baby mama tryna control

Ain't no way she tryna control, ain't no fuckin' way

I'm just tryna make it out the way

Two to three, she kick you out the face, uh

You say you tough with them Cartier's, poof

I just smack them out your face

Two twin blocks, I ain't leave no trace

Gotta run it up, ain't no cuttin' up

If you want that bullshit, I'll switch it up, uh

Gotta double it, it's multiplication

Me and you, this a complication

Your money slow, my money faster

Gotta mix it up, this a nifty banner

You like it for no reason, uh

I'm backin' for a reason, I up it and I up it

Been on some R&B shit, but I still pop out on some rap shit

Cap shit, niggas talkin', fuck, why I get your cap split

Rich wrist, that mean there's a hundred thousand on my wrist

Am I rightly fired? Tommy still come with designer shit

Designer dick, baby lovin' me, touchin' me, oh shit

Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, suckin' all over the tip

My neck so icy, think I hopped in the snow on some dip shit

Have the paperwork to back it up, bitch, I ain't never snitch

On my mama, nigga, ah, on this mama, nigga

On this mama, nigga