Brand new bag lyrics

[Intro]
(Faint got this b*tch jumpin')
Go! Go!

[Chorus]
Brand new bag for a new b*tch
I pop percocets
Geeked up off the X
I touch a milli, don't want nothin' less
f*ck around we can get that lil' boy stretched
Kill that lil' n*gga now his momma stressed
f*ck around we put a X on his chest
Light up his lungs and then shoot at his head

[Verse 1]
Yes, I'm tryna' break the bank
Heaven's Best Soldier but I'm not a saint
We up in Bora Bora sippin' pints
Smokin' on loud pack and it stank
She wet as a ocean, no Frank
Saw a punk n*gga, think I'm finna' gank
This sh*t real life, n*gga this not a game
n*ggas be tweakin' on a lil' bit of fame

[Chorus]
Brand new bag for a new b*tch
I pop percocets
Geeked up off the X
I touch a milli, don't want nothin' less
f*ck around we can get that lil' boy stretched
Kill that lil' n*gga now his momma stressed
f*ck around we put a X on his chest
Light up his lungs and then shoot at his head
[Verse 2]
Brand new baguette for my b*tch, pus*y wet
Got a big stick in my bag, on my back, I'ma vet
That b*tch put a spell on me pus*y a hex
I feel like I'm Yeat 'cause I'm up off the X
Double my money, then triple and flip it
We put a hole in a b*tch like a jibbit
I'm sippin' on red and I ain't talking Trippie
Her booty stay puffy, no Jiggly- it jiggle

[Bridge]
Reach for my pockets I'm pullin' the trigger
She can't be my boo, 'cause she already a jigga-
Walk in the function, pull up with my n*ggas
She shakin' that ass like she makin' a triller
She want me to beat it like Michael, like Thriller
I beat up the pus*y, I turn to a killer
I beat up the pus*y, I turn to a driller
I'm cooking these n*ggas like eggs on a skillet, yuhh

[Chorus]
Brand new bag for a new b*tch
I pop percocets
Geeked up off the X
I touch a milli, don't want nothin' less
f*ck around we can get that lil' boy stretched
Kill that lil' n*gga now his momma stressed
f*ck around we put a X on his chest
Light up his lungs and then shoot at his head
[Verse 1]
Yes, I'm tryna' break the bank
Heaven's best soldier but I'm not a saint
We up in Bora Bora sippin' pints
Smokin' on loud pack and it stank
She wet as a ocean, no Frank
Saw a punk n*gga, think I'm finna' gank
This sh*t real life, n*gga this not a game
n*ggas be tweakin' off a lil' bit of fame

[Chorus]
Brand new bag for a new b*tch
I pop percocets
Geeked up off the X
I touch a milli, don't want nothin' less
f*ck around we can get that lil' boy stretched
Kill that lil' n*gga now his momma stressed
f*ck around we put a X on his chest
Light up his lungs and then shoot at his head

[Verse 2]
Brand new baguette for my b*tch, pus*y wet
Got a big stick in my bag, on my back, I'ma vet
That b*tch put a spell on me pus*y a hex
I feel like I'm Yeat 'cause I'm up off the X
Double my money, then triple and flip it
We put a hole in a b*tch like a jibbit
I'm sippin' on red and I ain't talking Trippie
Her booty stay puffy, no Jiggly- it jiggle