Icewear Vezzo, DJ Drama - Pape Talk Lyrics

Gangsta Grizzillz (damn, Matt this ones too hard)
Half a ticket
Let's run this up
Vezzo, DJ Drama

I'm like fuck a handout
Ain't doing no freebies, I'd rather pay shit (yeah)
Niggas be playing a fifty, so I keep a big Glock where my waist is
To keep it a hunnid (a hunnid)
Been chilling on niggas, ain't with all that fake shit
Been hearing how niggas be talking and gossip like hoes, I just never say shit
Just got a new chain bust, yeah
Yeah, I been focused since I gave that drank up
In truth, I'ma rain someth', it ain't a bad bitch that I can't fuck
It's like now that I'm richer (richer)
These niggas be iffy, they move, I'ma spank someth'
That Cullinan holding up traffic
Ghetto and savage, might fuck on a bank teller
I ain't been playing the net or fucking with rappers, we really move someth'
All that linkin' up shit, really pussy
So nigga, 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 (hunnids)
This chopper be bangin', this bitch hold a hundred
I got a big dope now (yeah)
We talking 'bout racks, my shit is long as Runyon
Been running my city for years 'cause I'm really turnt, they think I'm just lucky
Huh, I'm really a big dog (yeah)
I ain't never chasing no hoes or clout, nigga (uh-huh)
Rose gold, Sky-Dweller, all chunkies, this shit 'bout a house, nigga
Yeah, this that Pape Talk, Maybach, fuck it, I let the Wraith talk (that Wraith)
Just did two years in the feds for a little pistol, that shit was a cakewalk
Yeah, got me a gutter bitch, she a pill stuffer, just like my other bitch (my other ho)
I sent that ho on the road, you better not get caught, you know it's gon' come with shit (bitch)
I really run the six, rock her to sleep, these bitches be dumb as shit
Fuck who you coming with, don't really be dancin', just let the money flip
The rap game shook, they see we got motion, niggas be nervous, yeah (they nervous)
Hundred round drum, sit inside the Drac', look like an Excursion (skrrt)
Put dog shit on your head, just like a turban, shoot through the curtains (fah-fah)
Real street nigga, yeah, I fuck with the music, but I be serving (but I be serving)

Gangsta Grizzillz

Servin' em
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Niggas ain't havin' no motion on this motherfucker, nigga