Bag Flow lyrics

[Intro]
Why is everything chrome?
Everything is chrome in the future

[Verse 1: Sony Dinero]
n*ggas still coppin, these n*ggas be actin', man
I got a mil' in a month for these rappers, man
I f*cked your b*tch in the back, Tracey, pass her man
Hundred round drum on the di*k, gonna blast her man

[Verse 2: MBM Vell]
f*cked on your b*tch and she lovin' the gang
Run up on me, he get left like a plant
I do the Fendi, designer the frames
RAF's on my body, you not in my lane

[Verse 3: Lil Tecca]
Need me a Rollie, I need me a Jewly (Ayy)
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas, I feel like Judge Judy (Don't-don't, don't-don't)
I just took his b*tch, man, it ain't nothin' to me (Gang)
New breesh in my pocket, yeah, this be the new me
He mad at the game 'cause his b*tch wanna do me
New Patek on my wrist, the diamonds, the blue cheese
My n*ggas got grips, it ain't Call of Duty (Gang)
Lil' b*tch I'm so young (Gang), I feel like I'm Nudy (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
[Verse 4: Jael]
The Uzi, the choppa, the MAC
I pull out the strap, I f*ck on his b*tch from the back
Bands in the cold, I get it right back
Philip my feet, your fit lookin' wack

[Verse 5: Sony Dinero]
Gettin' this money, this sh*t is not new to me
Cartier sh*t, Gucci kicks with the Ruby jeans
n*ggas who hop, but this sh*t is not new to me
He rockin' Levi, I'm rockin' the Nudy jeans