​​bape lyrics

[Verse 1]
I put Hysteric, like, Glamour on my b*tch and she look fly
Yeah, my shoes untied, I walk around, like, with that 9
No, you are not my guy, and like [?] sh*t, I'm fried
I can't f*ck with you 'cause you was [?]
Paper in that bank, I got, like, paper on my mind
She want me to work, she like [?]
I be takin' paper, I be takin' all my diamonds
And I be trippin' off that gas, I'm off that [?]
And my ex is on my mind
After takin' drugs, I swear I'm finna be like fine
I ain't finna take my time, I f*ck that b*tch and then I dine
She said, damn, my money kind, I can't f*ck her with no crimes
I get locked up, talked up, pus*y boy get rocked up
I got choppas on my hip, that boy, he get, like, popped up
They be blamin' when it's steady like they problems
She gon' suck me up, she eat me up like it's a potluck, yuh

[Chorus]
Racks up, pus*y boy get TEC’d up
I got that chop, it's on my back and it gon' play it cool
I got racks, they come in, they steady gon', like, stack up
You can't talk to me 'cause that boy steady better back up, oh-oh
Racks up, pus*y boy get TEC’d up
I got that chop, it's on my back and it gon' play it cool
I got racks, they come in, they steady gon', like, stack up
You can't talk to me 'cause that boy steady better back up, oh-oh
[Verse 2]
f*ckin' with that crew, he won't fold, he won't [?]
[?] way I walk to that bank
And my b*tch get a ten
That b*tch stuck on me, fan
I told that b*tch to pipe down
I got [?] but I came in with, like, five rounds
Fuh, fuh, fuh, yeah, hear that knock sound
I just made all of this bread, mama cryin' now