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yhapojj - grapeness lyrics

[intro]
mhm, you’re listening to yhapojj

[verse]
n+ggas be dissin’, ’til it’s over
yhapojj sendin’ shots, [?]
fire up that blunt, tss, what’s the odor?
y’all pockets ain’t funny, y’all look like the joker
how you want smoke? boy, you is not a smoker
draco bullets ’round your neck like a choker
and i’m pullin’ cards, i’m not talkin’ poker
i stay in the swamp, feel like shrek the ogre
stay in the swamp, feel like shrek the ogre
ayy, yhapojj, i’m the popular loner
he stealin’ my flow, yes, i’m the owner
you flirt with yo’ homeboy gun, you a, ftt, poser
i got express, no polar
yhapojj, i’m colder than, ftt, colder
i got the system, solar
he said he had racks, mmm, but he broker
i walk to the mall with my bands up
left your girl house, gon’ have to put her pants up
livin’ for somebody else, boy, man up
ayy, yhapojj, she likin’ my dance, huh?
out of this country, feel like i’m in france
twelve hundred just for my pants
she starin’ at me, but she can’t get a chance
the fire, it’s on me, you can tell by my stance
bae, look at these racks, get a glance
beefin’ with me? you gon’ need a plan
beefin’ with me? you gon’ need a clan
pew, pew, pew, he got hit with that chop’, dirty dan
you know that i spin like a fan
play, it’s a wrap like saran
these bullets, they burn like a tan
pull up with the heat like a pan
eat on the beat, i done did it again
designer my drip, designer my body
he think he rap better than me, boy, stop it
eat up the beat, feel like i’m in hibachi
i’m rockin’ jews, feel like a n+z+
i cover one eye, ftt, illuminati
i got the bodies, i feel like john gotti
i’ll chop you up, like karate
no gta, i’m shootin’ through bugattis
look at me wrong, we gon’ crash, kamikaze
she takin’ pictures like she paparazzi
i don’t even trap when i talk, could be flossy
swiper, no swipin’, i feel like the fox
i love lookin’ at lips, her lips be so glossy
that boy is a fourth, gettin’ shot is his hobby
he got shot in the head, check his autopsy
he thought he was slime, he got wiped, he was snotty
ooh, girl, you stank, smell like gravy
she said she love me, but her n+gga hatin’
yes, i’m number one, like tracy mcgrady
you play, you get cracked, just like the ’80s
quit tellin’ people that you my lady
all of these sticks, i feel like the navy
she look me at my eyes and ask me, “am i crazy?” well, maybe
throwin’ bullets like tom brady
want me on your song? gotta pay me
i’m yhapojj, i cannot be your baby
she like how i rap, she said that it’s wavy
boy, you shop at macy’s
yhapo montana, they like, “he amazin'”
i am a god, you cannot face me
feel like [?] how i’m sungazin’
yhapo santana, put a beam on ya mouth
like a backwood, we cleanin’ ’em out
you mad and you broke, all you do is pout
who is this? wait, graow

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