Wardo, where the hell you going
Yes, Jacob
Shoutout Brudda Nem, get wild, they gon' get slimy four that Pape
Face a wood I'm super high I, started thinkin' that I'm laced
Ain't got no time to hang with bitches, you ain't f*ckin' get replaced
Pour a line and pop a bar and now I'm somewhere out on space
I'm from out west, shout out my shorty, for him I'll flip your car
Claim TMG, but you ain't from my block, you must be off a bar
Them niggas know, got this rap shit on lock, I'm bound to be a star
You know we bangin T's, for Twanno block, you play, you gon' get popped
All on IG, postin' them guns, but in real life, your ass a hoe
You gave your heart out to the streets, but in the end, they leave you broke
You steady dissin' on IG, but you ain't pressin' up for smoke
Around a gun like every day, but you ain't gang enough to tote
Take money gang, we
Twanno world, I'm bangin' that shit to the end
If the bitch ain't tryin' to f*ck, she know I'm bound to f*ck a friend
They say how TMG, get active? where the f*ck do I begin
I hit up won like what you on, I know my shorty tryin' to spin
You put your trust up in them niggas, whole time, they ain't savin' you
She say she finna get her, brother, what the f*ck he finna do
A big nigga, six'four", I bet that bitch ain't bulletproof
Brlld BOW
Know how this go, can't say too much, he just go poof
Raid your crib, you bet not hide, gon' dump some shells right through the roof
Bro a bitch ain't really dat, he not a threat without his group
Walk shit down, it's on the tape, I get to laughin' at the loot
Glidin fast, she love to ride, but I can't bap, ain't bought the coupe
Kit shit up, and I'm gon' take before I steal
Shordy, silly, she ain't gang, like how the f*ck you crash the wheel
556 rip through your gut, nah, you won't get the time to heal
Dude a bitch that shit an act, the type to be the first to squeal
Know how this go, f*ck the peace,we shedding blood
Know TMG, gon' up the rate, saving sluts, lil' dummy dude
You gon' get blitzed up in that cape, chubby oppie, he can't run
Just know he mad, he outta shape, best advice
Just be yourself, the toughest ones ain't pop a grape
Cut the grass and tote the rope, big TMG gon' hang a snake
Ahead of time, ain't walkin' blind, I know it all, she real for fake
Hop out on them different members, call his ass a easy bake
Claim he gang, ain't been around, just call his ass a easy take
Fresh as hell, 300S up in some fashion flush the jakes
Eagle eye, I catch a face,just swing my door, and hit them brakes
4 Dat Pape (feat. Lil JB) Video (MV)
Performed By: TakeMoneyySpazz
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Jonathan Shelton, Jordan Brown
TakeMoneyySpazz - 4 Dat Pape (feat. Lil JB) Lyrics
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English
Wardo, where the hell you going
Yes, Jacob
Shoutout Brudda Nem, get wild, they gon' get slimy four that Pape
Face a wood I'm super high I, started thinkin' that I'm laced
Ain't got no time to hang with bitches, you ain't f*ckin' get replaced
Pour a line and pop a bar and now I'm somewhere out on space
I'm from out west, shout out my shorty, for him I'll flip your car
Claim TMG, but you ain't from my block, you must be off a bar
Them niggas know, got this rap shit on lock, I'm bound to be a star
You know we bangin T's, for Twanno block, you play, you gon' get popped
All on IG, postin' them guns, but in real life, your ass a hoe
You gave your heart out to the streets, but in the end, they leave you broke
You steady dissin' on IG, but you ain't pressin' up for smoke
Around a gun like every day, but you ain't gang enough to tote
Take money gang, we
Twanno world, I'm bangin' that shit to the end
If the bitch ain't tryin' to f*ck, she know I'm bound to f*ck a friend
They say how TMG, get active? where the f*ck do I begin
I hit up won like what you on, I know my shorty tryin' to spin
You put your trust up in them niggas, whole time, they ain't savin' you
She say she finna get her, brother, what the f*ck he finna do
A big nigga, six'four", I bet that bitch ain't bulletproof
Brlld BOW
Know how this go, can't say too much, he just go poof
Raid your crib, you bet not hide, gon' dump some shells right through the roof
Bro a bitch ain't really dat, he not a threat without his group
Walk shit down, it's on the tape, I get to laughin' at the loot
Glidin fast, she love to ride, but I can't bap, ain't bought the coupe
Kit shit up, and I'm gon' take before I steal
Shordy, silly, she ain't gang, like how the f*ck you crash the wheel
556 rip through your gut, nah, you won't get the time to heal
Dude a bitch that shit an act, the type to be the first to squeal
Know how this go, f*ck the peace,we shedding blood
Know TMG, gon' up the rate, saving sluts, lil' dummy dude
You gon' get blitzed up in that cape, chubby oppie, he can't run
Just know he mad, he outta shape, best advice
Just be yourself, the toughest ones ain't pop a grape
Cut the grass and tote the rope, big TMG gon' hang a snake
Ahead of time, ain't walkin' blind, I know it all, she real for fake
Hop out on them different members, call his ass a easy bake
Claim he gang, ain't been around, just call his ass a easy take
Fresh as hell, 300S up in some fashion flush the jakes
Eagle eye, I catch a face,just swing my door, and hit them brakes
Yes, Jacob
Shoutout Brudda Nem, get wild, they gon' get slimy four that Pape
Face a wood I'm super high I, started thinkin' that I'm laced
Ain't got no time to hang with bitches, you ain't f*ckin' get replaced
Pour a line and pop a bar and now I'm somewhere out on space
I'm from out west, shout out my shorty, for him I'll flip your car
Claim TMG, but you ain't from my block, you must be off a bar
Them niggas know, got this rap shit on lock, I'm bound to be a star
You know we bangin T's, for Twanno block, you play, you gon' get popped
All on IG, postin' them guns, but in real life, your ass a hoe
You gave your heart out to the streets, but in the end, they leave you broke
You steady dissin' on IG, but you ain't pressin' up for smoke
Around a gun like every day, but you ain't gang enough to tote
Take money gang, we
Twanno world, I'm bangin' that shit to the end
If the bitch ain't tryin' to f*ck, she know I'm bound to f*ck a friend
They say how TMG, get active? where the f*ck do I begin
I hit up won like what you on, I know my shorty tryin' to spin
You put your trust up in them niggas, whole time, they ain't savin' you
She say she finna get her, brother, what the f*ck he finna do
A big nigga, six'four", I bet that bitch ain't bulletproof
Brlld BOW
Know how this go, can't say too much, he just go poof
Raid your crib, you bet not hide, gon' dump some shells right through the roof
Bro a bitch ain't really dat, he not a threat without his group
Walk shit down, it's on the tape, I get to laughin' at the loot
Glidin fast, she love to ride, but I can't bap, ain't bought the coupe
Kit shit up, and I'm gon' take before I steal
Shordy, silly, she ain't gang, like how the f*ck you crash the wheel
556 rip through your gut, nah, you won't get the time to heal
Dude a bitch that shit an act, the type to be the first to squeal
Know how this go, f*ck the peace,we shedding blood
Know TMG, gon' up the rate, saving sluts, lil' dummy dude
You gon' get blitzed up in that cape, chubby oppie, he can't run
Just know he mad, he outta shape, best advice
Just be yourself, the toughest ones ain't pop a grape
Cut the grass and tote the rope, big TMG gon' hang a snake
Ahead of time, ain't walkin' blind, I know it all, she real for fake
Hop out on them different members, call his ass a easy bake
Claim he gang, ain't been around, just call his ass a easy take
Fresh as hell, 300S up in some fashion flush the jakes
Eagle eye, I catch a face,just swing my door, and hit them brakes
Writer: Jonathan Shelton, Jordan Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid