Cats Eyes Potter Payper
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[Verse 1]
You know where to find me
I'm in the six, I'm raw just like the shine B
I'm in the mix and you should see my homie's timepiece
It's in the wrist, I've got this flicky on me, try me
I'll leave you pissed and you know you ain't about that life G
You'd probably snitch, these days they don't build 'em like me
I wish they did and I don't front on all these rap songs
I need a brick, they know I ain't a cunt where I'm from
I'm with the shits and I'm just tryna get my stash long
If that's wrong then what's this? Tryna get these packs gone
These packs gone, re-up again, best take your hats off
Trap gods, we're up in here, best take your hats off
Trap gods, we're up in here
[Hook]
So fuck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man, it looks dead in there
So fuck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man, it looks dead in there
[Verse 2]
I ain't slim but I'm the shadiest
I think I'm Biggaveli, I'm the waviest
I've got all this weed smoke all in my radius
And she don't know my name, she knows my alias
We're some trap gods, trap aliens
No deal and im a major then
See real jiggas, ain't no changing them
My G's up in this Old Bailey then
We're Beanie Sigel, we so A.B.M
Mateley on dole like Mash and Lex and them
I'm about some cheques, let's get some cheques in then
I'm about some cheques, let's get some cheques in then
Til I'm PP, slumdog millionaire
You know where to find me
I'm in the six, I'm raw just like the shine B
I'm in the mix and you should see my homie's timepiece
It's in the wrist, I've got this flicky on me, try me
I'll leave you pissed and you know you ain't about that life G
You'd probably snitch, these days they don't build 'em like me
I wish they did and I don't front on all these rap songs
I need a brick, they know I ain't a cunt where I'm from
I'm with the shits and I'm just tryna get my stash long
If that's wrong then what's this? Tryna get these packs gone
These packs gone, re-up again, best take your hats off
Trap gods, we're up in here, best take your hats off
Trap gods, we're up in here
[Hook]
So fuck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man, it looks dead in there
So fuck a foot up in the door, I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man, it looks dead in there
[Verse 2]
I ain't slim but I'm the shadiest
I think I'm Biggaveli, I'm the waviest
I've got all this weed smoke all in my radius
And she don't know my name, she knows my alias
We're some trap gods, trap aliens
No deal and im a major then
See real jiggas, ain't no changing them
My G's up in this Old Bailey then
We're Beanie Sigel, we so A.B.M
Mateley on dole like Mash and Lex and them
I'm about some cheques, let's get some cheques in then
I'm about some cheques, let's get some cheques in then
Til I'm PP, slumdog millionaire
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