Book Bag lyrics

[Intro]
ARP came with a book bag, it gon' catch these shells, I hit your Taco Bell
n*gga, what you want? I said, "n*gga, what you need?"
I got molly, I got Xans, I got lean, I got weed
This a promo for my trap, n*gga, I got all the gas
If it's money on his head, we gon' pull up, get the bag
Talking on the net, yeah, that's his ass
Dropped out of school, I ain't f*ck with class
But I got all the hoes, I was getting the ass
He call my music ass, I don't care, I'm in the trap
And I'm slumped off the drank, I might take a nap
Running around with that, he got head tapped
Put some holes in his car, he called AutoZone
Please don't slide to my block, this sh*t a red zone
b*tch, I'm smoking out them loose leaf, I don't f*ck with thеm cones
And I'm driving fast as Hell, yeah, I'm hitting traffic conеs
b*tch, we ten deep in that V in [?] zone
Shooting out the window, yeah, we hitting leg bones
Balenciaga, b*tch, I'm stepping big as f*ck
I feel like Damian Lillard, cut him off for the bucks
He was talking crazy, now his momma see him in a tux
Feel like Chief Keef, yeah, I'm going wild, nuts
Got this b*tch tripping, but she still gon' let me f*ck
I think she work with twelve, why the f*ck she trying to cuff?
Momma mad as Hell, she said, "Why the f*ck you cuss?"
Momma mad as Hell, she said, "Nino, kick that cup"
She said, "Kilo, kick that cup", I said, "sh*t, sorry"