Bag Talk lyrics

[Intro, Mike Sherm]
b*tch want a Birkin
Better get to workin
Got the wrong person
b*tch I don’t buy no purses
Only thing the hoe good for is some twerking
Super soakin hoes, couple pumps, got em squirtin

[Hook, Lil Woadie]
Worried bout your bag, see you later
Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?
Damn, a n*gga leanin like my wafers
And your b*tch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

Worried bout your bag, see you later
Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?
Damn, a n*gga leanin like my wafers
And your b*tch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

[Verse 1, THEE PROPHECY]
I’m dead, yall n*ggas (?)
Your b*tch is a hoe, and she text me for head
I’m laughing at the bank, you crying for a loan
Bummy ass n*gga, won’t even toss you a bone
(?)
I’d bе hurt too if my baby mama was burnt
You get no cheeks, your music is booty
Top n*gga pop out on me, can’t get no coochiе
At this point my n*gga, I’m convinced you’re fruity
Top n*gga get married to secure some pus*y
You got no drip, take off that stussy
You a creep ass n*gga gettin ass off the roofy
[Hook, Lil Woadie]
Worried bout your bag, see you later
Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?
Damn, a n*gga leanin like my wafers
And your b*tch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

Worried bout your bag, see you later
Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?
Damn, a n*gga leanin like my wafers
And your b*tch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

[Verse 2, Mike Sherm]
Leanin on her knees, I ain’t talkin bout no prayer
We could light it up and fade it, I ain’t talkin bout no taper
Been about my paper since I was a first grader
Livin good in Cali like a mof*ckin Laker

When I thought I banged, every song be a banger
Stretch yo b*tch out like a mof*ckin trainer
White, black, and asian, I got all different flavors
b*tch call me daddy, n*gga, I don’t even claim her

b*tch want a Birkin
Better get to workin
Got the wrong person
b*tch I don’t buy no purses
Only thing the hoe good for is some twerking
Super soakin hoes, couple pumps, got em squirtin
30 in my pockets, I’m just going shopping
I don’t do the lurking, only do the blocking
Song hit a milli, n*gga I just dropped it
Shoulda been from Houston, cuz we always with them rockets (b*tch)

Hook, Lil Woadie]
Worried bout your bag, see you later
Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?
Damn, a n*gga leanin like my wafers
And your b*tch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

Worried bout your bag, see you later
Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?
Damn, a n*gga leanin like my wafers
And your b*tch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer