PAPA V² (feat. FruitPunchLoverBoy)

LoverBoy comin' to town Didn't even lift a finger, hit a lick on a pound Baby you ain't gotta fly just keep ya feet on the ground Keep em quiet my connections, I'm not fuckin' around I said fuck gold I'm diamond Keepin the scissors on me I'm cuttin' open some eyelids Marriott after Marriott fuck it I need a island Bashin' ya brains in, Jack Torrance I'm shinin' I don't even know you get the fuck up out my face Someone talk to Elon need a coupe from outer space I don't even drive it I be sleepin' on the way Keep the money off the gram and keep the shit up in a safe By the way Under pressure had him sweatin' from the brain Triple doubles you should stay up out the paint We in public imma look the other way Rarara what you talkin imma drop a couple commas Maison in my laundry Please don't let the vv's bite you out the lobby Pop another bean bean papa do you copy Stuck in a feelin' Runnin' from time Stuck in decline Under behind I'm under recline, in the backseat Answering the questions that nobody even asked me They passin' me On the map and G PS ain't nobody catchin me You heard anything else around this town man it's a fallacy Tellin' me stand my ground you come at me and it's a tragedy This shit easy like ABC I'm on my Michael Jackson shit Beat it like I'm Mike, Joe Jackson shit Out like a light, yeah, I can make it happen Watch the give me the crown I'm with the magesty Harry Potter, Harry Potter with the magic shit Niggas talk a lot but they ain't even rappin' shit Niggas clap a lot but they ain't even snappin' shit I gave that boy my hat cause that nigga be cappin' shit Mr. Melanin Bitch I'm African We got hella friends We got hella bitches I'm with Evelyn I'm with Meredith Took a post-it note and then I wrote congratulations High school midwest till the graduation