[Intro]
2 Pap
I know you, you would've did this shit off the bat, so hold on, I—
I got you, I got you, I—
Hold on..
[Verse]
Make it clap, lil bitch, make it clap
Lil bitch, make it clap
Lil bitch, make it clap
Hold on
R.I.P. my lil brother Pap
Now, bitch make it clap for my lil brother Pap!
And I'm like, "Whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
Talking good game on my messages
I told her come and show me
I got niggas who gon' kill for Pappy, who ain't even know him
She wasn't for none until I said, "I'm BuDouble."
Now she going
'Cause she know I got that bag
It say designer on my tag
Fuck her with my clothes on and now she dripping on me swag
And I only fuck with hitters: Free Shotta and free Spazz!
Free Malik, free Scrillz, free Leef, and free Trav!
Man, this rap shit super easy, that's why I don't show no effort
I'm all white, I'm looking Godly, so they calling me they sheppard
Head shots leave his body in his soul completely seperate
Gotta 'member when it come to me, that nigga coming second
And I'm like, "Whoa!"
That's why these hoes all up on me
Heavy whippin' yayo in the kitchen
Bitch, he think he Tony
And she signed her name under that P.S., so I call her Sony
And I met her yesterday, but she gon' fuck me like she know me
And I come straight from the Pole, that's why my jewelry super froze
You would swear my feet was bleeding by the bottom of my souls
City fucking with my music, they New Breeds and they Souls
And they opps
They throw down dubs
They throw down guns
And throw up fours
[Pre-Hook]
And I'm like, "Whoa!"
They don't know, they don't know
That's a opp? We caught him bopping, now it's "R.I.P. Lil Foe"
And I'm like, "Whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
I'm like, "Whoa!"
Why these hoes all up on me?
[Hook]
I'm like, "Whoa, whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
I'm like, "Whoa, whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
I'm like, "Whoa, whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
I'm like, "Whoa, whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
[Post-Hook]
All up on me, all up on me
Man, these hoes all up on me
All up on me, all up on me
Man, these thotties all up on me
All up on me, all up on me
Man, these bitches all up on me
And I'm looking like a lick, that's why these niggas all up on me
[Verse 2]
BuDouble spitting crack, I got a million of them clucks
And I'm fucking all these hoes, I got a million of them sluts
And I'm never worried 'bout them tryna set a nigga up
'Cause I pull up with the Glizzy in my lap, it's never tucked
And I'm like, "Whoa!"
Make it go: "Boom, boom, boom!"
Straight out of the foreign, then go: "Zoom, zoom, zoom!"
Tell 'em, "R.I.P. Young Pappy"
Man, you left us too soon
And that's why my niggas shining like they seen a full moon
'Cause we hurting, so we purging
Pull up on like, "Is you worth it?"
Never nervous when I twerk it
If I get caught, it wouldn't be my first bid
I'm so versatile when I switch shit up, I don't give it up
My brother gone, shit get boring, I swear I feel like giving up
But I can't stop, so I go hard 'til I pull up in that Bentley truck
'Til Tay pull up in that Bentley truck
Looking at bro like, "You know what's up."
When they notice us
We on now
Tay, tell 'em, "We on now!"
Niggas that used to hate in my inbox want a song now
I just stick to the real, nigga
I just stick to the real
I ain't worried 'bout no deal
Last night, we did a drill
[Pre-Hook]
And I'm like, "Whoa!"
They don't know, they don't know
That's a opp? We caught him bopping, now it's "R.I.P. Lil Foe"
And I'm like, "Whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
I'm like, "Whoa!"
Why these hoes all up on me?
[Hook]
I'm like, "Whoa, whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
I'm like, "Whoa, whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
I'm like, "Whoa, whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
I'm like, "Whoa, whoa!"
These hoes all up on me
[Post-Hook]
All up on me, all up on me
Man, these hoes all up on me
All up on me, all up on me
Man, these thotties all up on me
All up on me, all up on me
Man, these bitches all up on me
And I'm looking like a lick, that's why these niggas all up on me
