Yeah I started from the bottom but I don't listen to Drake
Boy you called for the appointment how the f*ck you duck the fade
Boy this money dangerous so I put bands inside the safe
F*ck with all state not State Farm cause Ian f*ckin with no jakes
All my niggas we gorillas we the planet of the apes
But we don't come from the jungle we come from the Everglades
Can't let squares inside my circle boy you gotta be in shape
Told the homies come and gather listen to this song I made
In the streets I'm way to hot that's why steady throwing shade
Ian worried bout no beef because they chicken anyway
I be balling with that heat boy you would think that I'm D wade
I'm just swerving in the cutlass till I cop a Escalade
Read the book about my life just wait until you turn the page
You a bitch and imma dog that's why they want me in the cage
They be crashing all in traffic while staying in my lane
Going crazy on the beat boy you would think that I'm insane
I be ridin by my doly no I do not need a gang
Why you holding on yo nuts lil bruh you posed to let em hang
If you wanna run the fade then go ahead f*ck nigga swang
If you do it swear to god boy you won't do that shit again
Yeah I'm throwing up my set because you know I'm down to bang
The way I'm folding all this paper I might make a paper plane
I just want the dollar bills because you know I never change
And no matter what happens imma always stay the same
Yeah
See i'm chasing a lot of thangs
Chasing loot, Chasing guala give me all the change
Paper cuts on my fingers that's the only pain
That I want because I'm on that paper route today
For Real Tho
Ten toes like i'm worth a gram
That fye make your body jelly pray that it won't jam
Talking crazy but when you see me you gon call me fam
I ain't no pig but when it's go time bitch i'm going ham
It's crunch time
Munching on the beat like this shit lunch time
Hunching on yo bae but I swear to God you can't hunch mine
You would think I'm sugar ray the way I give these punchlines
Big cannon knockin on yo shit just like a drumline
WarTime but yo pussy ahh staying inside
I can't count how many times that I done let some shit ride
In the booth, OG's tellin me lil bruh yo shit slide
Smoking on some strong I'm hella fried just like some popeyes
I'm gone
Z U M A - POPEYES Lyrics
Z U M A - POPEYES Lyrics
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Yeah I started from the bottom but I don't listen to Drake
Boy you called for the appointment how the f*ck you duck the fade
Boy this money dangerous so I put bands inside the safe
F*ck with all state not State Farm cause Ian f*ckin with no jakes
All my niggas we gorillas we the planet of the apes
But we don't come from the jungle we come from the Everglades
Can't let squares inside my circle boy you gotta be in shape
Told the homies come and gather listen to this song I made
In the streets I'm way to hot that's why steady throwing shade
Ian worried bout no beef because they chicken anyway
I be balling with that heat boy you would think that I'm D wade
I'm just swerving in the cutlass till I cop a Escalade
Read the book about my life just wait until you turn the page
You a bitch and imma dog that's why they want me in the cage
They be crashing all in traffic while staying in my lane
Going crazy on the beat boy you would think that I'm insane
I be ridin by my doly no I do not need a gang
Why you holding on yo nuts lil bruh you posed to let em hang
If you wanna run the fade then go ahead f*ck nigga swang
If you do it swear to god boy you won't do that shit again
Yeah I'm throwing up my set because you know I'm down to bang
The way I'm folding all this paper I might make a paper plane
I just want the dollar bills because you know I never change
And no matter what happens imma always stay the same
Yeah
See i'm chasing a lot of thangs
Chasing loot, Chasing guala give me all the change
Paper cuts on my fingers that's the only pain
That I want because I'm on that paper route today
For Real Tho
Ten toes like i'm worth a gram
That fye make your body jelly pray that it won't jam
Talking crazy but when you see me you gon call me fam
I ain't no pig but when it's go time bitch i'm going ham
It's crunch time
Munching on the beat like this shit lunch time
Hunching on yo bae but I swear to God you can't hunch mine
You would think I'm sugar ray the way I give these punchlines
Big cannon knockin on yo shit just like a drumline
WarTime but yo pussy ahh staying inside
I can't count how many times that I done let some shit ride
In the booth, OG's tellin me lil bruh yo shit slide
Smoking on some strong I'm hella fried just like some popeyes
I'm gone
Boy you called for the appointment how the f*ck you duck the fade
Boy this money dangerous so I put bands inside the safe
F*ck with all state not State Farm cause Ian f*ckin with no jakes
All my niggas we gorillas we the planet of the apes
But we don't come from the jungle we come from the Everglades
Can't let squares inside my circle boy you gotta be in shape
Told the homies come and gather listen to this song I made
In the streets I'm way to hot that's why steady throwing shade
Ian worried bout no beef because they chicken anyway
I be balling with that heat boy you would think that I'm D wade
I'm just swerving in the cutlass till I cop a Escalade
Read the book about my life just wait until you turn the page
You a bitch and imma dog that's why they want me in the cage
They be crashing all in traffic while staying in my lane
Going crazy on the beat boy you would think that I'm insane
I be ridin by my doly no I do not need a gang
Why you holding on yo nuts lil bruh you posed to let em hang
If you wanna run the fade then go ahead f*ck nigga swang
If you do it swear to god boy you won't do that shit again
Yeah I'm throwing up my set because you know I'm down to bang
The way I'm folding all this paper I might make a paper plane
I just want the dollar bills because you know I never change
And no matter what happens imma always stay the same
Yeah
See i'm chasing a lot of thangs
Chasing loot, Chasing guala give me all the change
Paper cuts on my fingers that's the only pain
That I want because I'm on that paper route today
For Real Tho
Ten toes like i'm worth a gram
That fye make your body jelly pray that it won't jam
Talking crazy but when you see me you gon call me fam
I ain't no pig but when it's go time bitch i'm going ham
It's crunch time
Munching on the beat like this shit lunch time
Hunching on yo bae but I swear to God you can't hunch mine
You would think I'm sugar ray the way I give these punchlines
Big cannon knockin on yo shit just like a drumline
WarTime but yo pussy ahh staying inside
I can't count how many times that I done let some shit ride
In the booth, OG's tellin me lil bruh yo shit slide
Smoking on some strong I'm hella fried just like some popeyes
I'm gone
Writer: Eric Beraza
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