Bookbag lyrics

[Verse]
I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag
Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad
Don't give a f*ck if you p*ssed, n*gga, get mad
Or you can b*tch and get killed with your b*tch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do sh*t ass
b*tch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass
Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?"
I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
n*ggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you b*tch-slapped (Talk too much)
Actin' too tough get your b*tch wrapped up (Goofy ass)
I can make four blunts out a b*tch like, "Huh?"
I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the f*ck is a dutch?
And my coupe automatic like f*ck is a clutch?
And you still rocking PacSun, boy, you a bum
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smoking broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish
Kush in my pocket, this sh*t hella smelly
Little Caesars my Glock, keep that b*tch hot and ready
Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts
And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt
n*ggas been so-called lookin' for me
'Fore I hide from a n*gga, I'm poppin' him first
If you my b*tch, then you gotta be pretty and with it
Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse"
f*ck up your life like some crack or a curse
Got a b*tch with a pipe in the back of the vert
Thinking sh*t sweet could turn matters to worse
Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse
Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc'
Front like he got it, we rob him, that's merch
Go through his wallet and all of his merch
f*ck what you call it, I call it some work
And I'm constantly balling like Caris LeVert
I ain't f*ckin' her raw even off of this Perc'