Peezy, Babyface Ray - Fuck Rap lyrics

I just chewed three percs they say
Thats a blue they say
I just talk too much but I just speak the
Truth my homies trappers they don't
Rap so they be speaking
Through me her nigga like to play my music
She be sneakin to me nigga
Still didn't pay their tab
You can keep the money niggas
Flashing petty stacks man
Thats sneaker money i got worried
Niggas plottin so the
Reaper coming seen shells everywhere
Like the easter bunny

Fame changed the game niggas tryin
To proove a point instagram
To blame niggas get a
Couple dollars and forget
That they're lame bitches get a
Couple followers and be
Switching their ways niggas shine
A couple times and forget that it rains i
Don't really give a
Fuck courtesy of the drank
Hustle hard then deposit
Like I live in the bank neighbors smell the
Cali fragrance like I live in the bank

Yea fuck how you feel my bitch
My mommas still struggling fuck how
We was ain't no love if you
Run with them you can
Get another 100 if you come with
Ten i saw you when you
Niggas trap but I ain't comin
In they say you quit
Rap ray? Yea I'm done with this
Cause I ain't cool with all
That front shit i'm in my off
White joggers but I'm runnin
Shit that man disrespect my man ima
Fuck his bitch nigga disprect
My brother ima pop his top
Twan just walked in new
(emited) pressin 30 on the bag ten 10g's on
The awp blues got 30 on his neck
50g's on his watch home alone paranoia 60gs
On the spot got a line on
The girl he not with me in the block
Get love in the hood we be
Feeding the block i ain't even see my
Kids all I'm seeing is quac

I ain't even see my momma i've been gone
For a month riding something low key
With 24's in the trunk long sleeved escalade
6 hoes in the truck smoking
Woods out the pound roll up what you
Want countin blue 100's fell asleep drinking
Red niggas postin guns on gram they don't
Believe in feds you niggas ain't
Goons better quit the playing when I get
Bored ima put some cheese on your
Head coming home from milwauke stopped in the
Shot takin ten out the bag
Shoppin till I drop no it ain't the
Holiday but sparkles in the sky strippers
Know we buy 1's and let them
Bitches fly shot a move to
The country paid your bitch
To drive sitting round
Fresh as shit and we're just getting
High man that shit you call ballin he
Just getting by fuck your bitch
And have her screaming like she finna die
Almost said fuck this rap shit cause
I got sick and tired all this
Cap shit navy blue dickies on
My trap shit up as hell still act
Like I ain't got shit how the
Fuck is he a shooter ain't shot shit
Paid my dog to clean your
Whole house with that mop stick boy the
Shit you saving up thats the shit
I cop with boy you nigga's ain't
Even allowed where I shop at