Bape/Lost/Reinvest (Mix) Lyrics

In the past with the motion

You in the past with the ocean

You woulda been in it, mm-mm

Tell my nigga go get him, yeah

No pill, we split him, yeah

Like Nardo I'ma wick him, yeah

Put my bitch in the Rick, hmm, yeah

Ten grams to the face

Real ganja, smokin' on today

Bitch, I promise you won't take my place

You said it was pressure, you just gettin' laced

We smokin' on wedding cake, zkittles we taste

And I'm way too ahead of these niggas, no race

And I feel like a teacher this stick gon' erase

They gon' call me a cowboy this stick on my waist

Spend these bands on this wrist, and I'm still comin' late

I ain't saving this hoe, I don't walk with no cape

And she calling me Nigo, I walk in with Bape

Leave you like strawberry, nigga, we buss at your grape

I'm finna glow in these niggas like why I drop cake

Yeah, why you bitch with that Glock on your body?

Promise these niggas scaring nobody

I'ma push it when I'm in the Audi

Like Sorry hoe, I am not sorry

I'm playing games with this hoe like Atari

All of these nigga the same and they sorry

And the ceiling the coupe looking starry

Do whatever you want, bitch, you lost me

This hoe acting crazy, and I can't go for that

You ain't on none, you lazy

I just want all these racks

You cannot be my lady

No, I can't go for that

You ain't on shit, you wavy

I don't want none of that

You, need to provide for me

Show me that you worth something

You can prove that you gon' die for me

But this life don't mean nothing, eh

Like, you gotta be deeper than that

Quicker than that, I'm bigger than that

And I been get racks

Since a lil' nigga, bitch, I been stacking up all these racks

Ice on me so frozen

Sorry for that Prozac

You can't get your bro back

Choppa on me, blow that

Walk right down with four flat

I pop that X like what next?

No it's no S on my chest

This shit not no SOS

And that's why I can't never stress

I hop in this shit, I do the best

I fuck your bitch, I make that mess

Hollow tip, hit him and rearrange his neck

Like Tony Hawk, nigga, I'ma slide with the deck

Got a bad thot, bitch, she gon' give a nigga neck

Got a bag on me, I don't need to reinvest