Текст песни 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
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