Chase Bankz - Dap Lyrics

Stop hoggin' that blunt man
Come on

Me and my boys at the function
When we slide through we some nice dudes
So it might surprise you
When we dap up the Crips and the Pyrus
Smackin' on the booty like culo y mano
Rollin' up the smoke then I'm tryna Thai food
Hit you in the face with the money I pile
I'm just tryna get by though
Hold on, hold on
Wait a minute now
If you wanna come to the show it's a tenner now
Ain't no sucker free Sunday
While I'm tryna make a living in this bitch
I'll be spitting to an empty crowd
If you wanna get it then I got it
Clothes, ho's, shows
And dope flows
Cars, cribs, caps
And bank rolls
I stay strapped for my foes
And I'm down with it
Ten toes on the ground with it
Loud picture with the town in it
That's how I'm winning
Weed smoke from the long blunt
When I'm high I don't talk much
Me and the ex don't talk bruh
But if we do bet I'm gon' fuck
I'm a dog like woof
Pussycat like the juice
Ain't no Pop Smoke 'woo'
But I still get loose
Pull up where the bomb at
E.O.D specialty
Smokin' on that kush pack
And I be so high that I can't relax
Paranoid in the trap
Think I'm bout to relapse

Ayo who wanna cup
You got that cup man
That "Wockeisha"
Indeed
Goddamn
No promethazine just codeine right
It's that mud

Fuck him, fuck her too
Chop it up and then screw
Didn't learn much from school
But I bet I can teach you
How to shut the fuck up fool
Just like that
When I'm off the yak
Mo'fucka don't fight back
Fist hurt when I hit em' with the right jab
And if I ain't winnin' where the pipe at
Where the motherfuckin' pipe at
'5 Pack' with a price tag
Me and Wifi in a nice jag
Whippin' right past all these stife ass
Triflin', hatin' mo'fucka's, they don't like that
Man they really don't like that
That's fine you a slight drag
Yung Vamp go ahead
Scratch the track right back, like