[Verse 1: Lil Pete & Veeze]
I say I'm in the car with killers, but I'm 'posed to be a rapper
First off, I was never into all the actin'
In the trap with trappers, but I'm 'posed to be a rapper
Second off, play with me, I turn you into Casper
I ain't never needed you, I call you niggas for no back-up
My opps so broke, man, them pussies cannot catch up
Hellcat, Demons, fuck 12, they can't catch us
I'ma tell a lie every time if the feds come
[Verse 2: Veeze & Lil Pete]
Sip an eight of Wocky while I'm in the Bay shoppin'
I fucked her, then I left, I'm sorry, I don't date thotties
I'm really 'posed to rap, I'm in the trap, can't lie
He ain't got a thousand in his name, that's in my baby bottle
I gotta keep that blick on me, can't go a day without it
You want that smoke, we kill your ass the day you say it's problems
The day I got some money, that's the day the hatin' started
We sic the bitches on you first, and then we throw a blanket party
[Verse 3: Lil Pete]
Either you ridin' from the start, 'cause ain't no jumpin' in this bitch
My brother fresh off his appeal, he tryna catch up what he missed
We tie you up like Uncle Ice, we cut the check like Money Mitch
And I was wearin' cuffs then, now it's AP on my wrist
And I don't gotta do it, I just do it out of love
Ever since I got this clout, people I don't know, they call me cuz
I say I'm in the car with killers, but I'm 'posed to be a rapper
First off, I was never into all the actin'
In the trap with trappers, but I'm 'posed to be a rapper
Second off, play with me, I turn you into Casper
I ain't never needed you, I call you niggas for no back-up
My opps so broke, man, them pussies cannot catch up
Hellcat, Demons, fuck 12, they can't catch us
I'ma tell a lie every time if the feds come
[Verse 2: Veeze & Lil Pete]
Sip an eight of Wocky while I'm in the Bay shoppin'
I fucked her, then I left, I'm sorry, I don't date thotties
I'm really 'posed to rap, I'm in the trap, can't lie
He ain't got a thousand in his name, that's in my baby bottle
I gotta keep that blick on me, can't go a day without it
You want that smoke, we kill your ass the day you say it's problems
The day I got some money, that's the day the hatin' started
We sic the bitches on you first, and then we throw a blanket party
[Verse 3: Lil Pete]
Either you ridin' from the start, 'cause ain't no jumpin' in this bitch
My brother fresh off his appeal, he tryna catch up what he missed
We tie you up like Uncle Ice, we cut the check like Money Mitch
And I was wearin' cuffs then, now it's AP on my wrist
And I don't gotta do it, I just do it out of love
Ever since I got this clout, people I don't know, they call me cuz
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