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Rap Sheet (feat. KayTesla & Pryo) Video (MV)






Gwapo Mystizo - Rap Sheet (feat. KayTesla & Pryo) Lyrics




The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
High key with saddle in hand
Paddlin' through the sand
My drive got enough horsepower to battle your ram
You think you fathom this rhythm
I'll be writing more jams
Got more of them than DeAndre Jordan
After you fathom this rhythm, more jams
Got more of them than Michael Jordan
I've been complimented that I have some depth
Mentally pedigree filled with royalty, my blood's not red
Now enough of me basically homie I brought the set
Tough in chess-chest and I pawn in rook headsets
And a couple of kids with some dreams, don't sleep on us
You can see our scenes the paintings by KayTesla
Kay and Pryo we wild we got the heat on us
With pen to the ceilin
We burn cells to dust
We Must

The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Out
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Sound
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Crowns
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where I be
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet

Bad intentions to my right
To my left
To my right
To my left
Everywhere I turn my head
I'm like damn
Bad intentions to my right
To my left
To my right
To my left
Everywhere I turn my head
I'm like damn
Keep it rolling with the punches
Till I'm punch drunk
Ay
Rabbit punches to my head left me f*cked up
I look for money moves not a nut bust
But I still love her
Keep it tucked in the cut
Under the covers
Suck a dick or f*ck another
I'm just chillin with my cousins
Heard you kiddies talkin something
I just came to check up on ya
Like cheatin on your doctors
If you ever had a problem
It was lying on your mommas
Can't do nothing with the blah blahs
Bounce out like you ballers
Get up get you some dollars now you look like Iggy-odala
Me and pryo gettin guap
Gwapo hit me like let's cook homie
I brought the boof on me
Yeah I'm the truth homie
You lookin loose homie
You took my shoes homie
But it dont fit homie
You still a bitch homie
You still a bitch homie
You still a bitch homie
You still a bitch

The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Out
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Sound
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Crowns
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where I be
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet

Living the life, check it twice Never buggin with the price
Man I lined up altogether checkity checks over stripes Homicide with no hostility, now tell me who's your friend
The one who be stabbing backs or the one who give commands In the end
I'm just living remarkable when I'm kicking it
Alone I'm always killing it Visualize till I'm livin it Physically and mentally I f*ck around eventually
But now I'm like the centerpiece surrounded by my enemies
Piece of cake or piece of pie
Cut them like a pizza slice
They never give me peace of mind until I bring a piece of mine
F*cking with my evil side
I'll make your demons creep at night and damage the interior of your innocent little mind Elevating like an elevator Celebrating with liquor spillin our sins leaving the rest to our liver
You let us lyrically deliver plenty levelled lines eliminated easily little battlefield I literally disfigure
You see us living the luxurious life with unlimited luxury Armani Versace or Burberry it don't concern me
Elegantly eloquent delicate to my elements so LMNO piece to my skeletons

The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Out
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Sound
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Crowns
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where I be
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
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The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
High key with saddle in hand
Paddlin' through the sand
My drive got enough horsepower to battle your ram
You think you fathom this rhythm
I'll be writing more jams
Got more of them than DeAndre Jordan
After you fathom this rhythm, more jams
Got more of them than Michael Jordan
I've been complimented that I have some depth
Mentally pedigree filled with royalty, my blood's not red
Now enough of me basically homie I brought the set
Tough in chess-chest and I pawn in rook headsets
And a couple of kids with some dreams, don't sleep on us
You can see our scenes the paintings by KayTesla
Kay and Pryo we wild we got the heat on us
With pen to the ceilin
We burn cells to dust
We Must

The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Out
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Sound
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Crowns
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where I be
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet

Bad intentions to my right
To my left
To my right
To my left
Everywhere I turn my head
I'm like damn
Bad intentions to my right
To my left
To my right
To my left
Everywhere I turn my head
I'm like damn
Keep it rolling with the punches
Till I'm punch drunk
Ay
Rabbit punches to my head left me f*cked up
I look for money moves not a nut bust
But I still love her
Keep it tucked in the cut
Under the covers
Suck a dick or f*ck another
I'm just chillin with my cousins
Heard you kiddies talkin something
I just came to check up on ya
Like cheatin on your doctors
If you ever had a problem
It was lying on your mommas
Can't do nothing with the blah blahs
Bounce out like you ballers
Get up get you some dollars now you look like Iggy-odala
Me and pryo gettin guap
Gwapo hit me like let's cook homie
I brought the boof on me
Yeah I'm the truth homie
You lookin loose homie
You took my shoes homie
But it dont fit homie
You still a bitch homie
You still a bitch homie
You still a bitch homie
You still a bitch

The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Out
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Sound
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Crowns
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where I be
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet

Living the life, check it twice Never buggin with the price
Man I lined up altogether checkity checks over stripes Homicide with no hostility, now tell me who's your friend
The one who be stabbing backs or the one who give commands In the end
I'm just living remarkable when I'm kicking it
Alone I'm always killing it Visualize till I'm livin it Physically and mentally I f*ck around eventually
But now I'm like the centerpiece surrounded by my enemies
Piece of cake or piece of pie
Cut them like a pizza slice
They never give me peace of mind until I bring a piece of mine
F*cking with my evil side
I'll make your demons creep at night and damage the interior of your innocent little mind Elevating like an elevator Celebrating with liquor spillin our sins leaving the rest to our liver
You let us lyrically deliver plenty levelled lines eliminated easily little battlefield I literally disfigure
You see us living the luxurious life with unlimited luxury Armani Versace or Burberry it don't concern me
Elegantly eloquent delicate to my elements so LMNO piece to my skeletons

The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Out
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Sound
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Crowns
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
Where I be
Uptown
Fillin' up my
Rap Sheet
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Writer: C. Carreon, Dale Ogden, W. Sumabat
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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