Pape Talk lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo & DJ Drama]
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
Gon' run this sh*t up, n*gga
Half a ticket
Let's run this sh*t up
Vezzo, DJ Drama

[Verse: Icewear Vezzo]
I'm like, f*ck a handout, ain't doin' no freebies, I'd rather pay sh*t (Yeah)
n*ggas be playin' a fifty, so I keep a big Glock where my waist is
To keep it hundred (A hundred), been chillin' on n*ggas, ain't with all that fake sh*t
Been hearing how n*ggas be talking and gossip like hoes, I just never say sh*t
Just got a new chain bust, yeah, I been focused since I gave that drank up
In Truth, I'ma rain somethin', it ain't a bad b*tch that I can't f*ck
It's like now that I'm richer (Richer), these n*ggas be iffy, they move, I'ma spank somethin'
That Cullinan holdin' up traffic, ghetto and savage, might f*ck on a bank teller
I ain't been playin' the net or f*ckin' with rappers, wе really move somethin'
All that linkin' up sh*t rеally pus*y, so n*gga, I'm cool on it
Imagine me ridin' a wave, don't care for the fame, I just want the money (That paper)
Want millions on millions (Hundreds), this chopper be bangin', this b*tch hold a hundred
Huh, I got a big dope knot, we talking 'bout racks, my sh*t long as Runyon
Been runnin' my city for years 'cause I'm really turnt, they think I'm just lucky
Huh, I'm really a big dog, I ain't never chasin' no hoes or clout, n*gga
Rose gold Sky-Dweller, all chunkies, this sh*t 'bout a house, n*gga
Yeah, this that pape' talk, Maybach, f*ck it, I let the Wraith talk (That Wraith)
Just did two years in the feds for a little pistol, that sh*t was a cakewalk
Yeah, got me a gutter b*tch (Yeah), she a pill stuffer just like my other b*tch (My other ho)
I sent that ho on the road, you better not get caught, you know it's gon' come with sh*t (b*tch)
I really run the six, rock her to sleep, these b*tches be dumb as sh*t (Yeah)
f*ck who you coming with, don't really be dancin', just let the money flip
The rap game shook, they see we got motion, n*ggas be nervous
Yeah, hundred round drum sit inside the Drac', look like an Excursion (Skrrt)
Put dog sh*t on your head just like a turban, shoot through the curtains (Pow, pow)
Real street n*gga, yeah, I f*ck with the music, but I be serving (But I be serving)
[Outro: Icewear Vezzo]
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Servin', n*gga
f*ck you n*ggas talkin' 'bout, n*gga?
n*ggas ain't havin' no motion 'round this motherf*cker, n*gga
Pew, uh