Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tomas Rey Bowring
Songwriter
Lyrics
Put the maps up
I ain't need directions to the paper
Got me gassed up
Hooping like a motherfucking Laker
Like I'm tapped up
And they always putting on my records
I'm a motherfuckering flexer
That's OK cause I'm a stepper
Gotta calm down
Just for a minute need to breathe
Gonna fall out
Only if the bomb is hitting me
I'm a real dealer rapper so you cannot fuck with me
Over 10,000 hours in this motherfucker G
Top down
Driving in the whip and her top down
Trying to dive in
She went headfirst top down
Wait I said that shit too many times get her off now
Speeding on my way back home cause I'm a class clown
Put me on the yearbook boy and your girls phone
Just sent the Addy and I think she's going to swerve on
Driving Too fast, missing exits, going to turn wrong
Why the fuck you simping over girls that i done curved on
Red lights
Fuck it they can't catch me, but the cops might
Ran through all damn day
Like a stop sign
And its just way too good so the top mine
Anything else you could have it as a dogfight
Man I've been guilty with the flings
But not the cases
Court free
Run around town
Like the fucking matrix
Neo and I took the red pill
I go on double dates, and
Other man forgot to show up
I guess I'm double taking
Put the maps up
I ain't need directions to the paper
Got me gassed up
Hooping like a motherfucking Laker
Like I'm tapped up
And they always putting on my records
I'm a motherfuckering flexer
That's OK cause I'm a stepper
Gotta calm down
Just for a minute need to breathe
Gonna fall out
Only if the bomb is hitting me
I'm a real dealer rapper so you cannot fuck with me
Over 10,000 hours in this motherfucker G
First strap
Got the Glock nine with extended mags
Next strap
556 with the beam attached
Then I got a little 22 on the sniper gang
Best believe if I pull up, no we ain't fighting main
But for real, I do turn up
And I'm likable
Just like your main ex fling
Yeah, she was pipeable
Oh, that boy said he was religious
This a Bibable
Ain't no getting close enough to me because I'm strikeable
Baddie don't have FaceTime
I guess she skypeable
Always kind of switch up plans
This not recyclable
And she just way too gone
She took an edible
Now she just trying to eat me
Cause I look bitable
But I had to pull off because it's too late
Fuck around town wake up in a new state
Might throw the deeds, but everyone is two-faced
Fuck it I ain't Trippin go and drink the Kool-Aid
Put the maps up
I ain't need directions to the paper
Got me gassed up
Hooping like a motherfucking Laker
Like I'm tapped up
And they always putting on my records
I'm a motherfuckering flexer
That's OK cause I'm a stepper
Put the maps up
I need directions to the paper
Put the maps up
Oh that boy for real my biggest hater
Put the maps up
I can never switch up on my team
But if this shit Is going green
I guess im only having me
I put the maps up
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