leon buckets - dap up your mom lyrics
[intro]
feel demarcus my cousin
we cousins
-laughter-
[hook: ald-ld-]
your mom give me dap (what)
your mom give me dap (b-tch)
your mom give me dap (yuh)
your mom give me dap (huh)
your mom give me dap (slap up your dad)
your mom give me dap [?]
your mom give me dap (yuh)
your mom give me dap (what)
[verse 1: aldad]
feel demarcus my cousin (cuzzo)
we big and aggressive (rah)
the squadron so m-ssive (martin)
u.s. need census (daca)
mexican shawn mendez (mendez)
rolling round in benzes (benzo)
exchanging sh-t in pesos (mex)
all my queso fresco (fresh)
jesse down puerto rico
gold chains, nibba we know
blowing more than raspberries (pppp)
can’t trust all these hoes
but your mom give me dap (wooooo)
wet like a spring in j-pan
yeah your mom gave me dap
your brothers be calling me pap (dad)
her pink on me, she calling me patrick
her back wet like ricky
he should have zig zagged then
you getting posterized, this a prom asking
these hoes don’t close their eyes, i fetty wap them
[bridge]
d-ck need a holster (blauow)
your mom got me on posters (woah)
your dad’s getting postered (woah)
my d-ck need a holster (blauow)
yo mom be a pirate (arrgh)
this boat she be jacking (barge)
yo mom be a pirate (booty)
jacking s.s. l. buckets
snl, we dancing (dancing)
shirtless like gambino (yeah)
gold chain be flopping
money long, mandingo (yeah)
[hook: _]
yo momma give me dap (what?)
yo momma give me dap (huh?)
yo momma give me dap
i said yo momma give me dap (okay!)
yo b-tch up on my lap (yuh)
f-ck with us you get schmacked (pow)
hop on the track and eat a beat up like a snack (yum!)
[verse 2: _]
w-ssa w-ssa b-tch
i go in don’t need protection (nah)
i’m the illest, no infection (nah)
too sick, comatose (matos), b-tch, no bit-connection
ain’t scam, but i get to the dough, uh
i’m a beast from the head to the toe, uh
my pockets giant, these haters lying, they feeling ya boy on the low, yuh
f-ck on yo b-tch then she asking for a pic (cl!ck)
put the track in a box like a new pair of kicks (uh)
i’m giving yo girl free rides, no whip
i first degree murder a beat, when i spit
i got that cash and the clout
yeah they know what i’m bout
make it rain on these hoes, look like you in a drought
they tryna hold us back, but they failing
when they see us come through, they high-tailing
got them bars like a prison, but no we ain’t need us no bailing
b-tch i pull up on your area and dap up your whole family
i ain’t got no grips, how i know that yall can’t handle me
go hard in the paint, i’m unstoppable like randle be
and when i run into yo b-tch, she saying she a fan of me
[verse 3: aldizzle & _]
yo hoe putting out (thot)
i’m coming in
yo dms in drought -wheez-
mine can swim
these hoes chasing clout
i’m thot provoking
her back poking out
scoliosis
-laughter-
just came back to stunt
stacking cheese
you hating cuz you stacking none
you lacking funds
i’m still packing heat when i ain’t have a gun
yall are not the sh-t but trust you still will come in second
it be leon buckets in this b-tch, and we flexing
locked up in her walls, but i’m cooling
(yeah, i’m cooling)
then i finished shooting, it’s a truce then
(it’s a truce then)
i ain’t saying sh-t, i’m no rat
(who a rat?)
but put that on my dogs
yo ma give me dap
[outro]
-laughter-
-gunshot-
i was not ready, dude
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