Produced by Pilothigh1 & 2k1shawty 

These packages came through the mail 
These bags getting harder to scale
These bad bitches giving me hell
These magazines came in a pair
I’m going to war with the man in the mirror 
I hope they don’t think that I’m scared
Ain’t bragging on shit but my hoe made em’ stare
I’m puffing this smoke in the air
I fumbled a hoe, she was rare 
Having the most damn steez in my area
You know my jacket from ‘012
All of these stripes tucked under my belt
We never looked at these niggas for help
Niggas in love with my spot, I’m aware 
You can get hit with that beam and you melt 

I got a, couple of pairz
I got a whole lot of shit I could wear 
Niggas not fair, why you playing it fair
Took a step back when these niggas was weird
I been prepared since the barbershop chair
Her pussy wet, got me gasping for air 
I’m going up hoe, you there or you square 
Hoe tryna link everyday and it’s weird
I got these S.R Studio Vans 
They from LA but my shirt from Japan 
I’m having swag talks with all my friends 
That shit a language like Spanish or French 
I left a lot of folks in the past tense 
Can’t get no guap with these niggas, they dense 
Tried help you up, you was stuck on the fence
Bitch I’ll be damned, you put me on that bench

Hold on,
‘Cedes-Benz came with the legroom, remember we came from the bedroom
Nigga, don’t act like I know you, nigga ain’t seen you since high school, damn 
2k1shawty and Pilot, this flightschool, walk in that room, it’s a fly room, damn
Post in your town, do a fly-through
Talked to your hoes and I know they don’t like you 

I got a, couple of pairz
I got a whole lot of shit I could wear 
Niggas not fair, why you playing it fair
Took a step back when these niggas was weird
I been prepared since the barbershop chair
Her pussy wet, got me gasping for air 
I’m going up hoe, you there or you square 
Hoe tryna link everyday and it’s weird
Hold on,
Hold on

These packages came through the mail 
These bags getting harder to scale
These bad bitches giving me hell
These magazines came in a pair
I’m going to war with the man in the mirror 
You better not think that I’m scared
Ain’t bragging on shit but my hoe made em’ stare
I’m puffing this smoke in the air
I fumbled a hoe, she was rare 
Having the most damn steez in my area
You know my jacket from ‘012
All of these stripes tucked under my belt
We never looked at these niggas for help
Niggas in love with my spot, I’m aware 
You can get hit with that beam and you melt

Vadova - Couple Pairz

Produced by Malachi

[Lyrics]

(Malachi, you killed this one)

Get that cash, don’t care who you are
When you on your last, would your niggas let you borrow 
Driving fast, bitch I’m cutting up in any car 
Duckin Fanz, he duck opps to make it to tomorrow 
Stand a chance with these bitches off the story heart
No advance, bitch I can’t buy you no Audemars
What’s in my pants, my lil nerf came with like thirty darts
Fuck joining frats, hang with trappers who be serving hard

Damn 
I think I geek, way more than the fucking bar
I’m savoring every moment with your broad
Damn 
This bitch arguing, with me like she passed the bar
Fuck a following, your favorite rapper think I’m hard
Damn, scoop her, took her to the southside cus she think she posh 
Damn, she gon use me as a rebound and I’m like Chris Bosh now
Damn, met a new hoe in a new lo and I like her vibe now
Better tell me if it’s smoke because I’m having za now

Yeah
What 
Yea yeah
What
Yeah
What 
Ok
Ok

I got banned from their lil’ block but, hoe, I’m coming back 
I got bread for my believers and I promise that
Damn, had some loyal hoes who took that drive to Charlotte, man
Can’t hit that road no more, just meet me up in Charlotte man
Damn 
If I blow before I bag this hoe, I’m fuckin fans
Damn, thats your baddest hoe, but you know she made me ran 
Damn, I got fancy clothes, your BD don’t have these pants
Hoe, I got gatty soles, leaving prints up in the sand
Don’t get physical with me I’m a little man
I got fifty whole niggas that’s gone make you scram
First I hit the road, then the balcony with Talibans
Just like Benjicold, my plug having them percs out the ass
I need plenty more, I keep making a way with these raps
Facing that flavorful gas
Face it, I’m taking that cash
I got plenty goals, can’t relax, so I’m chasing them fast 
Facing way more than the facts
Stand in my way and it’s wraps

Get that cash, don’t care who you are
When you on your last, would your niggas let you borrow 
Driving fast, bitch I’m cutting up in any car 
Duckin Fanz, he duck opps to make it to tomorrow 
Stand a chance with these bitches off the story heart
No advance, bitch I can’t buy you no Audemars
What’s in my pants, my lil nerf came with like thirty darts
Fuck joining frats, hang with trappers who be serving hard

(This is a Wav exclusive, ha)

SNATCH YA HEART

Tezzarain (@tezzarain)

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