Permanent Bags lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Got my n*gga Ray in this b*tch with me, know that (Nick on the track)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh

[Chorus]
Metro ashes in this Rolls-Royce truck, I'm fried as hell
If that ain't racks up in heaven, send my ass to hell
We could start a seafood restaurant, we got plenty shells
In other words, when it's hammer time, b*tch, we got plenty nails
Permanent bags up under my eyes 'cause I was slept on
b*tch, I got pain up in my words, that's from that warzone
Ain't no time to pout, b*tch, take your ass home
Hit the block, put one up top, and put it to his dome

[Verse]
They should call me Ricky Bobby 'causе if you ain't first, you're last
I got a cougar in the car while I do thе dash
They ain't put me on XXL yet, but I got plenty mags
Fun fact, I'd never cap in my Chrome Hearts hat
Back from the nineties and I brought me a beeper
251 with Metro reefer
You my peer, but we're not equal
There's one me, it can't be no sequel
Get me some drank and I stack it like Bitcoin
My name not Ross, I'm just rocking this Rick Owens
With an Asian b*tch smoking doing-doing
Matty on her doing-doing
Pressure and poverty got me popping
I was taught go and they telling me stop it
Hit that show, then hit the bank
I got Tussy in my tank
Twenty-three when they buy his face
Britney tryna be my bae
Hurricane Chris, "A Bay Bay"
I'ma buy a switch today
Started selling Karo back in 2016
I bought some bullsh*t pints and put the stamp up on them b*tches
Them n*ggas coming back 'cause they don't know what this sh*t is
Plus if a n*gga try me, I'ma put it to his ribs
Number (N)ine jersey, this the brand, this how I live
Finna punch a n*gga with the Glock, get his kids
I f*ck with Rio, free the ghetto
Twenty-four, I'm a bossy young fellow
Seen this b*tch and I'm like, "Hello"
I put Dior on my toes
He talking sh*t from a safe place, he need to give it up
RP stamped up on my pill, that's why I'm itching, duh
Poured up a four in a two, duh
Jimbo, get your ass back to the house, it's time to pour this mud
Sally in this b*tch making ice while I get the cups
Suzie P washing all the dishes while I'm pouring up
How the f*ck you got all these opps up in your song and you ain't killed one?
Folks was already on his heels, he couldn't grab his gun
Blue strips, count the sh*t up with my f*cking blood
Give a n*gga chills how you seen him get it out the mud
Hit my head hard, I seen the reaper, but I ain't cry once
I'ma need that boy Evel Knievel, I'm 'bout to catch 'em stunting
AP skeleton two-tone, I'm finna buy me one
I'm tired of f*cking bougie sister, I need the trifling one
He thinking of dissing on the net, he must wanna die or something
Tryna give me a thousand for a feature, you must be high or something
Busting off that long white pill, that sh*t boot me up
I got my own buzz, I don't need to hang around your cuz
It was 2Trill from the jump, so it's 2Trill when I finish up
High as hell, dropped the Glock out my pocket, hear a loud thud
3 AM, northside of Long Beach, I'm with my Mexican
I'ma need a long Maybach to have some sex up in
Baby girl, why the f*ck would I wife you up and you f*cked my kin?
Matter fact, get the f*ck up out my face and go f*ck my friend
[Chorus]
Metro ashes in this Rolls-Royce truck, I'm fried as hell (Phew)
If that ain't racks up in heaven, send my ass to hell (Phew)
We could start a seafood restaurant, we got plenty shells (Dig?)
In other words, when it's hammer time, b*tch, we got plenty nails (Phew)
Permanent bags up under my eyes 'cause I was slept on (I was slept on)
b*tch, I got pain up in my words, that's from that warzone (From that war)
Ain't no time to pout, b*tch, take your ass home (Take it home)
Hit the block, put one up top, and put it to his dome (To his dome)

[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga
2T sh*t
Yeah