Lyrics Relay - SATRAP

Homies be the haters imma hit em with it later
Hated by my neighbors cause we cooking with the flavor
Got some homies in the city they ain't got no papers
Napoleon and Pedro they been eating all the tater

Tots, you don't know it yet but your wifey she a thot
Like 21 and Cole bitch you know I got a lot
My homie playboi carti he been running from the ops
And when that bass kick imma hit that milly rock

I'm gone, imma just get in my zone
Hit em with rhymes and bars lyrics gon follow the flow
I ain't the greatest alive bro that shit I know
Seeing the snakes in the grass imma just let that shit grow

High, cut all my ties catching a vibe
This is the sign of the times
Fly sipping the wine thinking you boujee
What bout all them crimes

Imma go slip n slide
Imma go catch a vibe
I ain't got no fears
Hop in the whip and ride

Frontin on the gram yeah I ain't bout that drama
I put in work yeah I put that on my mama
All these rappers only talking bout they drippin'
Paperclip chains I know everybody trippin'

Homies be the haters imma hit em with it later
Hated by my neighbors cause we cooking with the flavor
Got some homies in the city they ain't got no papers
Napoleon and Pedro they been eating all the tater

Tots, you don't know it yet but your wifey she a thot
Like 21 and Cole bitch you know I got a lot
My homie playboi carti he been running from the ops
And when that bass kick imma hit that milly rock

Got my top down rolling on the freeway
I got Vince and Peggy queued on the replay
We running shit I been feeling like a relay
Swaggin on these haters and my homies better behave

Big brown ass bouta give em whiplash
Play it double time and you better think fast
Duck from a cymbal, floor to the gas
I ain't finna rush and I ain't finna drag

Hear my chains when I'm walking down the hall
Got the shoes but I don't know how to ball
Finna flex with the kicks up on the wall
Call the plug I ain't never had to wait up at the mall

Imma go cop them snoopy vans
Imma go fuck up all your plans
Like my time up in Japan
Call Iran not I ran

Airy like a bag of lays
Hairy chest that's the wave
Imma eat that Chick-fil-A
Salt and pepper turning gray

Homies be the haters imma hit em with it later
Hated by my neighbors cause we cooking with the flavor
Got some homies in the city they ain't got no papers
Napoleon and Pedro they been eating all the tater

Tots, you don't know it yet but your wifey she a thot
Like 21 and Cole bitch you know I got a lot
My homie playboi carti he been running from the ops
And when that bass kick imma hit that milly rock