TAN FLAG ACTIVITY lyrics

n*gga i got God in my body, i don’t need no bodyguard
Real station boy sh*t
Real murda boy sh*t
f*ck n*gga cannot compare
I’m in that station I’m on sh*ts n*gga
Uh
Uh
Uh
Whatchu gon do when them young n*ggas hop out yo bushes?
Ain’t sh*t, issa wrap
Im a Quagy boy ion sip Act’
And a n*gga be throwin out bullets like Dak, no cap
LED lights on my wall, im thinkin this b*tch would look good with some plaques
I was thinkin bout puttin my thumb in her butt I’m like “hell nah n*gga that’s tacky”
These n*ggas do anything for that bag
I’ll do anything for Ash Kash
Get down low
Tippy ya toes
At the backdoor n*gga at last
Coulda went through the front on sum kick door sh*t, be grateful a n*gga had class
At the one yard line, it’s manny or nun
f*ck nah i ain’t throwin no pass
(Let’s Get It)
Bag sh*t
Ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
In a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh*t
Tag sh*t (Yeah)
What’s a rich n*gga to a bad b*tch?
Double G belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh*t
n*gga don’t be no hero
This ain’t Marvel hoe
f*ck you bеin shy for, open that mouth and gobble hoe
Soldiеrs die the quickest
b*tch don’t be no G. I. JOE
I f*cked 3 ex’s in a row i callat’ tic tac toe
Hop out the whip with extensions
I’m tryn retire me a n*gga no pension
Station Boy clutchin when we feel the tension
Cut out his eye cus he ain’t see the vision
Cision’
Jealous n*ggas in they feelings
How you my sandbox mad that I’m winning
YungManny PBS kids, for the children
He wanted smoke and i brought the whole chimney
It’s late night
I’m boutta go and sit down with lil Jimmy
I f*ck her raw cus i want her to feel me
Hell nah baby i ain’t usin no jimmy
Sydney
b*tch broke up wit me and then lost her chance
Dumb f*ck, you left too soon you woulda stayed down you might’ve had an advance

Bag sh*t
Ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
In a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh*t
Tag sh*t (Yeah)
What’s a rich n*gga to a bad b*tch?
Double G belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh*t
Bag sh*t
Ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
In a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh*t
Tag sh*t (Yeah)
What’s a rich n*gga to a bad b*tch?
Double G belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh*t