Gwap (feat. Rlm Ghost)

Aye
Yuh, yuh
Aye
You already know how it is man
Chicago shit out here man
Yuh
NorthStarpoppin on a beat like dis
Back in the day, I use to make plots
How to make the paper, run up to the gwap
Like CJ Kasino, I hit the jackpot
I aint talkin trokiando, cuh run up the lot
Tap in on the texaco,
Pull up on the spot
Dodge a low wage, Don't work for no boss
Fuck a 9 to 5 that's a dead end loss
Tax the shit outta you, they finessed yo whole pot
Fuck breaking bread imma break the rooftop
Add the triple O's, bitch the money don't stop
Do my money dance, like Tisa hit the mop
This shit feelin good when you made yo own gwap
My money like Lizzo, My pockets be loaded
These bitches shaken ass, lil mama she throwed it
These hittas cutoff, like poker, they foldin
And just like a rilo, man I'm steady rolling
NorthStar be poppin, that new shit he droppin
Hell no he ain't stoppin
Fake hittas he croppin, that fake shit he dodgin
Secure da whole gawp, i keep that shit locked in
Can't fuck wit no hoe, yeah, she stoppin yo heartbeat
She want that V Secret, you already know
She empty yo pockets you already broke
Finesse yo whole status, that bitch gotta go
I almost caught feelins but that shit was close (yuh)
She was tryna be cuffed, she steady tweak-in
I ain't tryna settle that's not how I'm livin
You ain't servin no neck, then bitch I'm not tippin
She over here giggle, she think that im kidding
'cho ass out the door cus bitch I'm not kidding
No guest on my sight while i whip in the kitchen
Foolin me once, you will not catch me slippin
Foolin me twice, fuck this shit bitch I'm dippin
Stepback like Harden, I'm shootin a rocket,
Goin straight to the top, Uzi Vert I aint stoppin,
NORTHSTAR in the sky just look how i'm shining,
When i get knocked down imma steady keep climbing,
Can't fuck with nobody, they all get too grimy
Can't fuck no snakes, they all get too slimy
Fuck all the past, leave that shit all behind me
Felt like i was TI, back then I was tiny

Back in the day, I use to make plots
How to make the paper, run up to the gwap
Like CJ Kasino, I hit the jackpot
Ain't talkin trokiando, cuh run up the lot (lot)
Tap in on texaco, pull up on the spot
Dodge a low wage, Don't work for no boss
Fuck a 9 to 5 that's a dead end loss
Tax the shit outta you, they finessed yo whole pot
Lemme catch that gwap (yeah, yeah)
Yeah you know I'm going on top (yeh)
Fuck nigga and you know I never stop
You can catch me put some work in the block
Yeh yeh, yeh
Whippin up the pot and I watch that shit lock like a dread
Fuck nigga tried me, got popped in the head
Fuck nigga caught 30 shots to the leg
Cause im all bout the bread yeah I'm all about the cheddar
Bitch if you knew me, then you prolly do better
Totin' on nine and glocks and barretas
Totin' on weight, and they totin' on feathers
Run off with the cheese and the beef if you let us (lettuce)
These bitches just groupies but they claim that they met us
All about the peace like my name World Metta
But I'll let this shit rain if you feeling under the weather
Bitch I'm a beast (Hey, yeah)
I told to 'em to peace (Hey, yeah)
And she want a piece (piece piece)
So she get meat (and she get the meat)
And then i just leave (leave leave)
I leave her on read (read read)
And now that bitch dead (dead dead)
Yeh she in the sheets (she in the sheets)
So I keep a stick (stick, stick)
And she want the dick (dick, dick)
She get a lick (lick, lick)
And she gotta dip (dip dip)
And now he tried to try (try try)
So his family cried (cried cried)
And now he is dead
Six feet under, now he gone die (die, die)