GRAPE APE
Blayd
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Smoking grape ape
The wraith'll pull up
Straight from outer space
This purple punch'll beat your ass
If you try take it to the face
You can catch me at the function
Rolling woods n' sparking up
B444 the party jump
So please don't ask whats in my cup
It's probably ash from all this gas
And 3.5 woods that I don't pass
I'm moving shiesty but no masking
My intentions witch yo bitch
Might end my ass up in corrections
If you choose to throw a fit
Like clothes I wear when I be dressing
Go ahead and take a pic
We spin yo shit like hitting nic
I'm in my bag jus like the Telflar
My woadie spark the gas
You on yo ass hitting an elf bar
I'm 2 2 geeked it's hard to walk
Feeling Stella like Artois
I'm straight to facts like Narduwar
Smoked way 2 much I'm nodding off
Parlay
I'm the top pick
Voulez Vouz
Moi Avec
They shoot my outfit
Top, of the mountain
Top, of the morning
Blayd the jack of trades
Beyblade arena I'm scoring
Yo state n i'm touring
Mayday can't wait for ya payday
We don't give no warning
My speakers leaked the heat to streets
N caused the global warming
Got shells just like King Koopa
I'm a trooper way I'm storming
Daywalker From Caye Caulker
Killed the track stay for the mourning
Smoking grape ape
The wraith'll pull up
Straight from outer space
This purple punch'll beat your ass
If you try take it to the face
You can catch me at the function
Rolling woods n' sparking up
B444 the party jump
So please don't ask whats in my cup
It's probably ash from all this gas
And 3.5 woods that I don't pass
I'm moving shiesty but no masking
My intentions witch yo bitch
Might end my ass up in corrections
If you choose to throw a fit
Like clothes I wear when I be dressing
Go ahead and take a pic
I'm movin stiff I'm feeling sick
I'm spinning shit just like the county fair
Put it in a casket
Picnic basket eat like yogi bear
Ima tell her wait
Precipitate
I whisper in hear ear
Matrix ima break
I'm Andrew Tate when I look in the mirror
I'ma pipe her
She gon' pick my pickle feelin peckerish
I remember them times
I ate her cookie on sum Pepperidge
Farm tight like braid salon
I don't like at all
Please don't mention
Tension in my head I need some Tylenol
How much wood could a good slut suck
If a bitch tryn get out the hood
I call bull like taurus
Smoking on forest tryn get out the woods
Dripping im porous
Whipping a Porsche
On bidness I stood
Driftin off shore
Chartin my course
Sailing my ship I'm good
Smoking grape ape
The wraith'll pull up
Straight from outer space
This purple punch'll beat your ass
If you try take it to the face
You can catch me at the function
Rolling woods n' sparking up
B444 the party jump
So please don't ask whats in my cup
It's probably ash from all this gas
And 3.5 woods that I don't pass
I'm moving shiesty but no masking
My intentions witch yo bitch
Might end my ass up in corrections
If you choose to throw a fit
Like clothes I wear when I be dressing
Go ahead and take a pic