BAPE RUGS ft. 28 SANTA Lyrics

With my skiers

I've been gliding Bape socks over Bape rugs

I ain't hiding, I ain't stopping, ain't budge

No heat the oven on, we wasn't making baked goods

Then play my cards, I hustle hard turn Ace Hood

I love when people wanna know if Jay good

I love drugs, hike in a Citradelic woods

I love love, I probably can't fake it if I could

No handouts, I probably won't take it if I should

I love stimulating my mind when I take this puff (Stimulate my mind)

Lame niggas tryna play ma dukes so you know we had to take his stuff (His stuff)

Two bitches with me, one brown sugar, one Cinnamon Toast Crunch (Ahhh)

Talk to God when I wake, make money before I go eat lunch (Oh-ahh, eat lunch)

Talk to God when I wake, I'm thankful for what's on my plate (Thankful so thankful)

In this world, eat or be ate so let me say my grace (Grace)

Brodie keep taking these meds got a problem with doing what the doctor say (Brodie keep taking these meds)

Brodie keep taking these meds got a problem, won't do it doctor way (Way)

Wake up and add to the safe, niggas wake up and checking they finsta today (Mhm)

I've been sticking to the code, it's the same code that get you a safe (Ahh)

People cool, with just maintaining, its a risk Ima take (Ahh)

Done hurt my back, tryna hold stuff up, a disc probably break (Mhmm)

Putting something in a bowl, til his wrist probably break (Ah)

She make her body shake, say time been running out (Wo-wo-wo, eee)

A hourglass for a body shape (It is)

My blunt fat out of shape (It is)

I know a lil nigga that carry a gun bigger than his body weight (It is, pr pr pr pr)

Problems be so small, but they feel heavier than my body weight (Problems be so small it is)

My shorty ain't gotta waist, everybody askin' what my model weigh (Wo, mhm)

I'm riding in a Model 3, think I'm a model citizen, I ain't

I love drugs, put em down, I can't (I love drugs, wo-wooo)

I told bro to kick the cup, he said you smoke, I drank

She told me let's make a movie, do more than what it take

Now that these niggas ain't having a motion, how did they constipate it

Now days these niggas want what's on yo plate but they bringin' nothin' to the table (Ohh, skiers)

Probably in the hood that failed you, I'ma keep going and grinding, cause I'ma go getter

I'ma keep adding these commas and commas to my account like a run on sentence

Legend denim, patches, stitches, rookie fuckin' up his kidneys

Thc inside this cup, put me in a new dimension

I've been gliding Bape socks over Bape rugs

I ain't hiding, I ain't stopping, ain't budge

No heat the oven on, we wasn't making baked goods

Then play my cards, I hustle hard turn Ace Hood

I love when people wanna know if Jay good

I love drugs, hike in a Citradelic woods

I love love, I probably can't fake it if I could

No handouts, I probably won't take it if I should

Mhmm

Mhmm