white lamar jackson - rno $tappo lyrics
[verse one]
white boy, b*tch i’m busy ’bout my paper i ain’t playin’ with you
b*tch i’m grimy if i like what you wearin’ imma take it from you
bae i’m tryna beat the doonies down i ain’t tryna kiss you
brodie put a switchy on the glock so i don’t think he’ll miss you
if i were you i wouldn’t feel safe if i was out to get you
i’m tryna beat yo ass and turn yo face blue i don’t solve no issues
you talkin down on kd, then i ain’t playin’ i’ah do it to you
i’m throwed than a b*tch i text my ex like “bae i really miss you”
[chorus]
in the bummy fit, my crocs in sports mode you can tell i’m trappin’
hit me up if you tryna get some paper i could make it happen (get with me)
if yo b*tch in my crib i promise that i’m crackin’
you cannot hang with me ’cause you not bad backin’
i’m throwed as a b*tch tryn’ throw some hands i’m all about action
if you tryna get some g’s then i’m mobile like lamar jackson
fire za this exotic i swear this b*tch slappin’
if you want paper, put me on your team because i got talent
[verse two]
b*tch, i swear i’m not playin’
if i hit you up, i’m tryna f*ck but i am not stayin’
if i want it imma take it i am not payin’
d*mn i’m tryna get throwed, who tryna pop 10’s?
if you make a list talkin’ bout the kaine then b*tch i’m top ten
quit callin’ me lil bro ’cause b*tch we not kin
i ain’t pullin’ up in public if i can’t bring the glock in
this b*tch throwin’ ass, i swear it stank, who let the bops in?
(on my kin, cmon!)
[verse three]
r*n*o, b*tch i’m stickin’ with my brothers i am not switchin’
b*tch, i’m sixteen i already caught a case and now i’m in the system
pills in my body f*ckin’ with me sh*t i think i’m trippin’
f*ck school i’m focused on my paper this just how i’m livin’
get right with me, i got that za, you know my sh*t hittin’
if the ball in my hands then it’s a score just like i’m joe mixon
where my headies at? i know they scratchin’ for that next fixin’
this that good sh*t, you take a hit and then yo head twitchin’
shout*out giela, he ah get you right he be dumpin’ drugs
bae we could cuddle for a little but i’m tryna f*ck
d*mn bae you finer than a b*tch i think i’m finna cuff
hit me up, i could get you ten grams for a honeybun
[chorus]
in the bummy fit, my crocs in sports mode you can tell i’m trappin’
hit me up if you tryna get some paper i could make it happen (get with me)
if yo b*tch in my crib i promise that i’m crackin’
you cannot hang with me ’cause you not bad backin’
i’m throwed as a b*tch tryn’ throw some hands i’m all about action
if you tryna get some g’s then i’m mobile like lamar jackson
fire za this exotic i swear this b*tch slappin’
if you want paper, put me on your team because i got talent
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