Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alpaca , by - Shad Da God. Release date: 23.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alpaca |
| Yeah, God |
| Y’all know what the fuck goin' on man |
| Y’all know who the fuck the originator is man |
| The motivator, you understand me |
| If you playing with that knife, then young nigga you gon' get cut |
| Yeah I’m pouring up that drank, hoping a nigga don’t get stuck |
| Now I’m pullin' up on this bitch 'cause these hoes be tryna get fucked |
| (Bitch done get took down, you know what I’m sayin', phew, let’s go) |
| Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit |
| I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit |
| Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz |
| Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh |
| Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch |
| Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick |
| I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win |
| I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win, no |
| I can see they don’t want us to win |
| But I’m back in the money again |
| Bathtub eight rows again |
| And they bad, this ain’t nothin' but a ten |
| And I used to meet 'em on that block |
| I was trappin' in my Cartier lens |
| Now I dress up in suit boy stocks |
| And I need in on the next Benz |
| I be rockin' somethin' sixty-six bands, on my motherfuckin' hands |
| After this flip I’ma cross the land, I’m not playin' around with a bitch, |
| hold up |
| Morning time or the night time, even the afternoons ridin' with sticks, hold up |
| My partner talkin' real smooth to him, tell the truth he a lick |
| Set a rat trap for a snitch |
| Probably go Gucci Louis with the sticks |
| We gon' see who really ride with this shit |
| We still gotta go and slide 'bout some shit |
| I’m mafia, I’m so inside of this shit |
| A nigga done did some time for this shit |
| My niggas done lived and died 'bout this shit |
| I swear to God, been inside of this shit, I’m rockin' |
| Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit |
| I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit |
| Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz |
| Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh |
| Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch |
| Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick |
| I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win |
| I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win, no |
| I ran up that cake on a son of a bitch |
| I bought me a Wraith for that son of a bitch |
| I done bought a new drake with that son of a bitch (draco) |
| And I put me some tape on that son of a bitch |
| I done got me a scope on that son of a bitch |
| Sellin' nothin' but dope in this son of a bitch |
| Got VS on my rope and it’s son of a bitch |
| This gelato gon' choke a lil bitch |
| I want the head, I want both of them bitches |
| I want to put on a show for the bitches |
| I try for the money, I throw for them digits |
| I ain’t never tried flex on my bros for them bitches |
| Hit a three six and the blunt smokin' on bitches |
| Got all new money and loads of ambition |
| I be tryna chop it up with you, just listen |
| Yo, you can go get the lil money for the mission |
| Dawg it’s a real bankroll, just pay attention |
| Thought we was gon' go 'head, twist up the extension |
| Yo I be ridin' V12, big big engine |
| At the spot smokin' cookie, burnin' incense |
| Look, and I got a food stamp gang |
| I done went to do double up the Rolls Royce, no, not the Range |
| Me and your money, know that shit not the same |
| Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit |
| I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit |
| Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz |
| Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh |
| Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch |
| Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick |
| I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win |
| I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win, no |