Текст песни Wats Apenin' - Aystar

Theyre like "yes Aystar wats appenin"
Im like "nuttin much just killin this rap again"
Doing what i want u know that type of crap again
Just come from the dam now im bored on my flight back again
But, the weed of shelf
Is kinda dead id grow better weed meself
Plus am banned now so im back taxi surfing
Or hanging out the passengers side in one of your
best friends ride tryna hollar at your girlfriend
But i aint a scrub so lets not even get that twisted
She sniffed a whole half and didnt get that twisted
thats when i knew from there she was heavy on the lemo
she said "do you sniff" i said "N.O
I just smoke bare weed and have a little drink"
she said "whats that youre smoking,
orange cream?" i said "nah its lemoncello
but i get what you mean but dont act like you
know your weed youve probobaly been sitting with Gs
that talk like they smoking
on them kinda trees
but babe they only smoke cheese they
would know s flavour if it hit them in the face
two pulls of this kush and hes asking me if its haze
babe, dont ever gas up these yutes
theyre not on our level man ill smack up these yutes,
child abuse
Get out on the block tryna get them
and now theyre on the phone like "let me grass up these yutes!"
Little maggots
But i cant wait to get me whip back
When me whips parked up cant wait to get me shit back
Ask about the driver and passengers be getting whip lashed
breaking from the bumps and accelerating quick, fast
any police are getting dipped fast
Before cause i was in a one litre it was a mismatch
Didnt know that my shit moves like proper quick fast
Cause now there callin "all units upon dispatch!"
Like, "yeh, theres a car gettin chased,
looks like an st but i cant make the plate"
I said exactly, a car getting chased
Cause im always first place thats whT it looks like to jakes
First gear does forty second gear does seventy
Cant whip this like me bro youll end up in the cemetery
Im the type to go smoke a chase go home and smoke some lemon tree
Now let me see, ive got bars for days
You cant smoke with me bro youre sparking haze
We only smoke flavours,
wakening neighbours nigga you you work
all month an then you smoke all your wages
We ain't the same, we're on like two different pages
Our Ps ain't the same, we're on like two different wages
The rap's gone mad, I'm on like two different stages
I'll go'n record a hit and jump on two different stages
And then come off the stage and collect two different payslips
Why? That's 'cause I'm heavy on the riddim
I said that it was beef and look dread, I wasn't kiddin'
I seen 'im same day and tried to get 'im with the Smith-n
Slapped about six and disappeared like a magician
Reappeared in the interview room 'cause someone's snitchin'
No comment all the way, officer make your decision
Let me go home, I've got the prosecution chattin' prison
Little mofos, wanna come at me and they'll go missin'
Turn this little ming into a victim when I licked 'im
Somehow, I knew he'd go missin' when
I ticked 'im, but I still ticked 'im
Now I'm down this is a dead ting
She's tellin' man she banged me, real talk it was a head ting
It's 2019, I'm only dealin' with said tings
I said, I'm only dealin' with said tings
You're only dealin' with dead tings
It's mad