[Chorus]
I bought my new b*tch a new bag, just to go brag
Got two hundred miles on the dash so I go fast
Hundred K stashed in this Fendi new black bag
You talkin' sh*t then we pull up with no mask
Eight K property, Gucci I don't sag
Geeked on the perc and the xan so I might crash
Twenty-eight K for the cookie gas bag
We get 'em in by the trashbag
Heard he want beef with me, he not no street to me, I got that heat with me (let's do it)
Don't try to creep on me, two twenty three on me, no you not seeing me (let's do it)
I got your B with me, and she want sleep with me, she tryna eat with me (let's do it)
Been with that sh*t but I'm not with that sh*t you be doin', that sh*t don't agree with me
[Verse 1]
Racks in my denim, my di*k all the way in 'em
Just so I can get 'em, I split 'em n*gga
Make this sh*t last to December
Remember back when I was posted on Amber
And no I never ever been a pretending lil b*tch, I got white like a dental
If you talk that sh*t I'ma get you
If you talk that sh*t I'ma hit you
Man down, n*gga don't fold
You better stick to that G code
I got some n*ggas on beast mode
Hundred round clip, yeah we keep those
This is a stick lil b*tch, with a scope on that sh*t, ho this not a draco
I swear to God, man I hate those
The tip just a waste of my ammo
I really need something to shoot with abundant so I do not have to be stuntin'
These pus*y ass n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, these n*ggas just really be frontin'
You know that I really be stackin' it
You know that I really be gettin' it
Fifty round, thirty round
Every strap 'round me extended, you know I been gettin' it
I just caught a vault in the loft
Just hit for some bags and I just got 'em off
They think it's a joke but I bought this sh*t out
Throw dirt on my name, I'ma draw this sh*t out
Just hit me a lick for a small amount
Finna throw this sh*t right in my bank account
Roll up the bourbon, light this sh*t up, now I'm swervin'
I really do this sh*t on purpose
[Chorus]
I bought my new b*tch a new bag, just to go brag
Got two hundred miles on the dash so I go fast
Hundred K stashed in this Fendi new black bag
You talkin' sh*t then we pull up with no mask
Eight K property, Gucci I don't sag
Geeked on the perc and the xan so I might crash
Twenty-eight K for the cookie gas bag
We get 'em in by the trashbag
Heard he want beef with me, he not no street to me, I got that heat with me (let's do it)
Don't try to creep on me, two twenty three on me, no you not seeing me (let's do it)
I got your B with me, and she want sleep with me, she tryna eat with me (let's do it)
Been with that sh*t but I'm not with that sh*t you be doin', that sh*t don't agree with me
[Verse 2]
Thought this sh*t was over 'til I pushed up inside that Rover, rollin' up doja
I smoke on that gas 'til it's over, these n*ggas be greener than clovers, I know you
I'm finna really expose you, and I'm finna f*ck up my motor
And I got two bricks in the trunk and I'm ridin' with unc so I need to drive slower
P do not f*ck 'round and get punt like a soda
P do not f*ck 'round and run out of this soda
I'm finna whip up the yola
He don't know ho cook up no cola
I only talk digits, if I cannot flip it, I'm really not with it
Look how that clip hangin' out of that semi
Come with it, we with it, let's get it
I just sold it a brick, it was dummy
I just caught the stick, it was Tommy
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, ain't trustin' these n*ggas
So I hit a lick with my auntie
Just dropped off a pack to my mommy
I ain't hard to find if you want me
(you know that sh*t on me, no I am not lonely
Why the f*ck wrong with you huh? the f*ck wrong with you?)
I still got two bricks in the ceiling, can't find 'em
12 pull up on me, n*gga I'm dippin'
n*gga push up for the run and got fired at
n*gga never should've came to them trenches
Green bean meet the tip of this sh*t
f*ck around and I'ma hit, I ain't missin'
Word to my pound, f*ck the key to the city
I'm just tryna come home and count up me a billy
[Chorus]
I bought my new b*tch a new bag, just to go brag
Got two hundred miles on the dash so I go fast
Hundred K stashed in this Fendi new black bag
You talkin' sh*t then we pull up with no mask
Eight K property, Gucci I don't sag
Geeked on the perc and the xan so I might crash
Twenty-eight K for the cookie gas bag
We get 'em in by the trashbag
Heard he want beef with me, he not no street to me, I got that heat with me (let's do it)
Don't try to creep on me, two twenty three on me, no you not seeing me (let's do it)
I got your B with me, and she want sleep with me, she tryna eat with me (let's do it)
Been with that sh*t but I'm not with that sh*t you be doin', that sh*t don't agree with me