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I Admit It by Ro Kapone Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

[Pre Chorus: Ro Kapone]
I just might turn up the trap
I just might cut all my prices in half
Thirty eight special I'm strapped
I really came from nothing ran up a bag
She got that water splash
Michael Phelps that's only right I went swimming
Plug threw that sack like a quarterback
All these plays just like we running a scrimmage

[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
I admit it I'm crazy
I talk to my egg beater
I admit it I'm crazy
I be talking to dead people
I admit it I'm crazy
Hold conversations with my pistol
I admit it I'm racist
I don't fuck with you niggas

[Verse 1: G-Roc Da Dealer]
Big dealer I guess you can say that the dealer be crazy
In plus a young nigga beat the pot like slavery
They say that this shit is amazing
They say that this shit is amazing
Fuck nigga played me
How could you try me and play me
Thinking this shit is all gravy
I'm a send that little pussy nigga straight to Grady
Project baby coming straight out the 80's
Motivation very high on my scale
I drop a whole on the top of the scale
I'm dedicated to the game little nigga
So Dealer will never ever ever tell
Da Dealer be booming that shit like a boomerang
Coming back in this bit like a hurricane
I get money, get money like every day
Disrespect and I promise your body lay
'Cause them games little nigga don't wanna play
Call me Mr. Big Dealer okay? Okay
I be crazy little lady so fuck you pay me
Call me Mr. Go Getter I get it lady
In the trenches I'm serving them Now and Laters
Tell them fuck niggas that I don't need a favor
Balmain jeans in the trenches them bitches tailored
Its Da Dealer little nigga I'm amputated
[Pre Chorus: Ro Kapone]
I just might turn up the trap
I just might cut all my prices in half
Thirty eight special I'm strapped
I really came from nothing ran up a bag
She got that water splash
Michael Phelps that's only right I went swimming
Plug threw that sack like a quarterback
All these plays just like we running a scrimmage

[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
I admit it I'm crazy
I talk to my egg beater
I admit it I'm crazy
I be talking to dead people
I admit it I'm crazy
Hold conversations with my pistol
I admit it I'm racist
I don't fuck with you niggas

[Verse 2: Ro Kapone]
I beat up the dope domestic violence
I ain't fucking with these niggas right hand on the Bible promise I tried it
She already done ate up the dick I just wanna see little mama ride it
I can't wait till the summer to cut off the top to adjust to the climate
Somersault watch how money flip
Cook the dope with a spoon in the candle
She said I'm way too much for her to handle
She say she want the D I'm Julius Randal
Kick rocks if you ain't spending no credit
Drop the seven call B8 it's tested
I added arm and hammer to stretch it
He got in that room and he confessed it
I'm dripping this flavor so watch where you step
I ran up a check an I'm 'bout out of breath
I ain't really had the time to kick it with these niggas I been way across the country
Came home dropped the ticket fucked the city up the trap ain't never stopped jumping
[Pre Chorus: Ro Kapone]
I just might turn up the trap
I just might cut all my prices in half
Thirty eight special I'm strapped
I really came from nothing ran up a bag
She got that water splash
Michael Phelps that's only right I went swimming
Plug threw that sack like a quarterback
All these plays just like we running a scrimmage

[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
I admit it I'm crazy
I talk to my egg beater
I admit it I'm crazy
I be talking to dead people
I admit it I'm crazy
Hold conversations with my pistol
I admit it I'm racist
I don't fuck with you niggas

[Verse 3: Shug Da Joog]
Focused on the money run it up
They got a problem with me coming up
Live from the trap bout to turn it up
Try me we'll be fixing to burn 'em up
I'm a hit her but I can't save her
Gas pack taste like lifesavers
Cali plug was a life saver
Blueberry honey my favorite flavor
They don't really live the lifestyle
Got them racks I'm talking right now
I'm a boss off in my own league
Ran a sack up off of strong trees
She give me top she got strong knees
An she got a couple of homies
Pussy nigga never been a threat
Ain't no checking me cause I get a check
I beat her down I'm piping
Can't fuck with him 'cause he shiesty
Hit the plug and he send 'em in
I break 'em down for the dividend
These fuck niggas don't like it
'Cause they wanna be just like me
But they can't find the price
[Pre Chorus: Ro Kapone]
I just might turn up the trap
I just might cut all my prices in half
Thirty eight special I'm strapped
I really came from nothing ran up a bag
She got that water splash
Michael Phelps that's only right I went swimming
Plug threw that sack like a quarterback
All these plays just like we running a scrimmage

[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
I admit it I'm crazy
I talk to my egg beater
I admit it I'm crazy
I be talking to dead people
I admit it I'm crazy
Hold conversations with my pistol
I admit it I'm racist
I don't fuck with you niggas