Fast Pape

Lost soul i aint mean to take the bad way
Focused on them rolls
i be on that til my last day
Trapping round the world
show you how to get this fast pape
Run it up the fast way
i cant come in last place
Right or wrong free my dog
fuck the police
Im tired of these strangers
steady talking like they know me
I tired of these niggas
they be acting like the hoes be
Really had to get it started wit a half oz
Let me paint a picture for you
Posted in the land
Blick in hand
Selling grams
Hand and hand
Roll me one i feel advanced
Float away to never land
Guess we smoking peter pan
Knock it out like jeter damn
That boy hot he need a fan
Hold switch it up
We stitch shit up
Go down you know what im picking up
Leave home keep tht pistol tucked
You think im bouta give you what
Cant give you money or give a fuck
Fuck all yall im good as luck
Slimy world im on good on trust
Slimy world im good on
Smoking out the zip its all gas in the bag
Just be thinkful that im this its all bad in my past
I dont come from being rich all we had was the rags
Aint let that mean shit now the racks on spazz
Aint have to tax on traps
How you know we sell it fast
Ain't selling lies im selling fact
Hoping that it go plat
From that lil shit to the weight
From the hood to outta state
Same nigga used to take
Now my head on straight
Grimey city full of all hate
They'a blaze ya broad day
Shit thats why i keep this glock
And you know it one up top
If he try thts where we send him
keep chop stick in the chop
If he try thts where we send him
keep chop stick in the chop
Lost soul i aint mean to take the bad way
Focused on them rolls
i be on that til my last day
Trapping round the world
show you how to get this fast pape
Run it up the fast way
i cant come in last place
Right or wrong free my dog
fuck the police
Im tired of these strangers
steady talking like they know me
I tired of these niggas
they be acting like the hoes be
Really had to get it started wit a half oz