ARP lyrics

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[Intro]
(Good lookin', Cloudy)
I'm so motherf*ckin' high right now
Yung Sak Runner
Free Rio, free Dee Rich

[Chorus]
Auntie called me with an eight, I'm finna buy it all
Bro do head taps with his Glock, he a tryhard (He a f*ckin' tryhard)
I'm finna call my striker plug, I'm tryna buy a car (Where you at?)
I know a n*gga that walk your ass down, he ain't got a car (He don't own one)
Try to reach, get hit with this ARP
Got a drum in my stick, I work for KFC
He got ones in his roll, he work for KOD (Work for KOD)
That drank just put a n*gga to sleep, it just KO'd me (It just KO'd)

[Verse 1]
I got a bankroll on me, but my tank on E (My tank)
What type of gun you got on you? I got a Drac' on me (I got a Drac' on me)
My lil' cousin talkin' 'bout, "What do Draco mean?" (What do Draco mean?)
You pay what for that drank? That's some fake codeine (That's a fake one)
He put his pop in a freezer, he got a Wock' slush (Got a Wocky slush)
You don't f*ck on no hoes, get your thots up (Get your thots up)
Make me mad and get your crash dummy poppеd up
My b*tch ain't toxic, but she love doin' pop-ups
Don't get hit in your back with this Diamondback (With this Diamondback)
Takе a rap n*gga chain, he want his diamonds back (He want his diamonds back)
Backwood and a Perc', that's a party pack (That's a party pack)
I'm a real trap n*gga, b*tch, I hardly rap (Huh?)
I let unc' smell the P's, he said he like these (I let unky do that)
I sent Johnny to the store for some white tees
I know a fiend from Flint look like Spike Lee (Look like who?)
I got these n*ggas out here rappin' off my type beats (No cap)
[Chorus]
Auntie called me with an eight, I'm finna buy it all (Finna buy it)
Bro do head taps with his Glock, he a tryhard
I'm finna call my striker plug, I'm tryna buy a car
I know a n*gga that walk your ass down, he ain't got a car
Try to reach, get hit with this ARP (With this ARP)
Got a drum in my stick, I work for KFC (I work for KFC)
He got ones in his roll, he work for KOD (He work for KOD)
That drank just put a n*gga to sleep, it just KO'd me (It just KO'd)

[Verse 2]
Bro got Percs, I got 'za, we got what you need (We got what you need)
Free my lil' n*gga Chad and free KD (Free KD, n*gga)
If you ain't a real n*gga, get away from me (Get away from me)
While I run this money up, is you gon' wait for me? (Bet she not, n*gga)
I just caught another case, I got a case to beat (I got another one)
This ten-milli'— alright
This ten-milli' Glock shoot just like a Drac' to me
Ayy, put the flash on them pills, they look fake to me
This b*tch want my di*k bad, she wanna rape me
You ain't never stashed the 'bows in the basement (n*ggas never)
I'm shootin' dice with this n*gga, tryna break him
My son asleep, my phone steady slappin', hope I don't wake him
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