Ape-ape on my chest that’s bape
Smokin this gas I’m baked
Bit-b#tch I’m smokin on cake
I need my own strain
Run up on me get slayed
All these b#tches fake
They just want some fame
Johnny Dang my chain
Know I bang insane
She say that she love me she don’t even know my name
Break her back like bane
I said girl you straight
Thirty in the clip lil b#tch and that’s right in the k
Shawty is too fine
Yeah she a dime
Yeah she steady playin but I’m tryna make her mine
Why the f#ck you playin girl I’m tryna changе your life
Ye, what, ye
Yе, what, ye
Ye, what, ye
Ye, what, ye
Ye, what, ye
Thick b#tch right up on my lap, lap
And that b#tch bad, bad
Playin with my shorty get you wacked, wacked, wacked
Heard yo tape that sh#t was wack
Ru-ru-run up ima slime em not no slatt
Hit him two times back to back
Blunt force trauma like a bat
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NotDeltaa Lyrics – Bape!
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