Bag Back lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
How the f*ck is you a CEO?
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga
Alright
(Boomin need extras)

[Verse]
How the f*ck is you a CEO and your artist broke?
[?] the color green on the cat, look like artichoke
You will never see me running like my starter broke
I got a thousand bird feathers in the 'cler, this is not a coat
I ain't trynna f*ck on the first date, b*tch I'm not a hoe
But I'mma still hit the b*tch and dip, alright I gotta go
You say your brother got killed, what they popped him for?
sh*t I got a whole pint, what you trynna pour?
You can find the cut I use at the Dollar Store
Comin' down the street fast in a 'Hawk, they like Geronimo
Pulled up, dropped a hundred shots, now I'm like adios
How you selling all this dope and don't nobody know
In thе hood with 50 racks on me, eating sloppy joe
f*ck around, got high, and lеft there, and went to Dominos
He just sniffed so much coke, he ain't got a nose
I ain't got no f*ckin' chainsaw, this a chopper bro
Guarantee this .308'll cut a tree down
b*tch pus*y so good, got her number on speed dial
I was sittin' on my ass broke, I'm on my feet now
They gave me 5 in the feds, I want some weed now
And I got a sale right now, he want three pounds
Being broke had me blind, I can see now
Last week I bought a zip, I want to eat now
Alright, I got some drank in me, I could eat now
b*tch, I'm a hood legend
When Rio going broke? That's a good question
I be puttin' that sh*t on, but I look messy
You want the answer to that first bar, I'm like "b*tch never"
Yeah I'm doing good right now but it can get better
Twelve-hundred for the new Burberry print sweater
Nuttin' all in my new b*tch, and I just met her
Dropped thirteen, I'mma drop the 30 clip separate
And no I'm not dropping the price, so you could buy yo other zip separate
Somebody bring a big scale, I need a brick measure
They knew I was a beast, so they put me on a big tether
I just mixed some dog up, this a Pit-Shepherd
Broke up with my girl, moved to Detroit, and sent the b*tch a letter
My calf muscles getting strong, I'm a big stepper
That is not a coffee maker, that's a brick presser
I am not your baby daddy, I'm a rich n*gga
And I pull up by myself, I ain't with 10 n*ggas
That is not a Za' house, y'all got hemp in it
10 milli long as f*ck, I got slim with me
If I pull my mask up, I'm a grim reaper
And I don't just kill people, it can get deeper
Heard your brother know how to rap, but I'm a bit sweeter
Nowadays twenty-thirty racks could get 6 people
It ain't sh*t to tell my shooter, check his CashApp
And I'm like Walmart, I do cashback
Pay for the hit, tell Scoop to get him, get the cash back
b*tch I rap now don't want the bag back, I'm gettin' mad scrap
Ghetto Boyz the hashtag, hit a n*gga with a trash bag
This pop I just po'ed, dirtier than a ass rag
I got a plug on dracos, they in Baghdad
Missed my daughter and my son birth, am I a bad dad?
He got too close, eased up the [?], n*gga bag back