Havin Pape lyrics

[Intro]
It's Thirty, come on
What up, Highxlass?
Come on (Damn Highxlass, I need this one)

[Verse]
Hmm, I never had no rap deal, but I'm still havin' pape'
You p*ss me off in front of me, then I'ma smack ya' face
Huh, the car you in is not safe, it ain't no gas and brakes
Huh, she got a cheap BBL, that's why her ass look fake
Huh, but I bet she still shake it like it's real
The next video I shoot, I'm 'bout to make it like a reel
You is not like me, n*gga, you don't pay nobody bills
The hood hatin', that's why I stay up by the hills, come on
Ain't tryna party with you, b*tch, I'm grounded
You gotta sit back and wait for your turn, this sh*t be timin'
Come on, before I had diamonds on, you seen me shinin'
My b*tch crazy, she'll call my mama phone, I keep declinin'
Huh, I keep my lightеr on a leash, they like to stеal my sh*t
I can't go around my baby mama buzzed, she gon' kill my sh*t
Right now my whole right side feel weird, I don't feel my sh*t
They get excited when I drop 'cause n*ggas feel my sh*t
Huh, just ask my mama have she ever took to [?] sh*t
My kids set for life right now, they not gon' need sh*t
Huh, you stay consistent, you be straight, you not gon' need hits
If you pop a Oxy in a flex for real, you not gon' need Tris'
Like, I bet it make you sit down a second
If they ain't never give me time, I would've found a second
If you don't wanna work a job, go get a pound and sell it
Once you lock your city down, go out of town and sell it
She say she like the way I smell, she wanna hold me
My cousin lost his big brother, he went and OD'd
Hmm, I felt the same pain that he did, I put in OT
Huh, I can't give up 'cause all our kids dependin' on me
Huh, I won't get caught without my blick, I keep it on me
My life lit, I go outside, we leavin' four-deep
I don't believe what people say, you gotta show me
I like how you look in the face, come put it on me
Huh, this b*tch fine and she clean, I'm kinda interested
She say she down to sale some coochie, so I pimped the b*tch
My line private, you can't get through without a membership
If they had a class for dogsh*t, I would attend the b*tch
I hate when n*ggas call my phone and be on tender sh*t
Like, if you think the ho f*ckin', then you shouldn't be with the b*tch
If you f*ck off, you can't be mad who she chillin' with
Stop tryna hold your ho hostage, let her go live a bit
Hmm, I tried to stuff too much in 'em, that's why my pants ripped
I'm traumatized, you can't be doin' all that playin' sh*t
Hmm, I got enough cheese and bread to make a sandwich
Hmm, I got a big bag on the way, that's why my hand itch
Hmm, Tre was there, you see a Black in her ashtray
If I get up and make two K, that ain't a bad day
This b*tch a cop, why she keep askin' for my last name?
My pops see me crack a smile, he think a bag came
Huh, don't nothin' but a big deposit make me happy
Long as all of my daughters smilin', I'll be happy
Always keep some fire around, I don't be scrapin'
I won't go nowhere near a crowd without the backend
Hmm, I never pull in my garage, I gotta back end
My lil' brother mad at me, she brought her fat friend
n*gga be fake, so I don't care to have rap friends
Dog might can rap, but I bet he can't do no hat dance
My brother really walk in stores, I'm not gon' [?] dance
It's one or two in your pockets, you got the flat bands
Hmm, I walk in the club and smile, and get a lap dance
Soon as I jumped in the race, I got my laps in, b*tch
[Outro]
Real Money Counter, MINE sh*t, n*gga
It's Thirty