Man
My dawg just caught the bag
I ain't runnin' from the grams
You got that internet beef
you run straight to the 'Gram
Pussy n#### got shot
and he ran to the Gram
If I get shot
I'ma shoot 'til it jam
in my hand
You in your phone all day
ain't makin' no bands
I told my lil' dawg
count it as fast as he can
Soon as he run
it's off with his head
I need that bag
end your life
like fuck is you sayin'
Like I'm that one n####
fuck the other side
Percocet and new Patek
made me come alive
Like how you bomin' Game
I got the chop on me
Ooh I got the drop on him
JJ up the Glock on him
Man I got to sneak it
in the party
pocket rock' on me
My baby meet you on the side
Chris Rock for you
Boy I can see the whole field
right off Belle Isle
I know he tried to slide
'cause his car loud
Big brick of white
look like Brock Lesnar
Got testers
slidin' everywhere
because I'm off tether
I might fuck a Cardi B
Ruccis offsettin'
Diamonds wet
look like pee
Skuba R. Kelly
I might sing for the pussy
just like R. Kelly
I told her pull up
to Club 'Icky
I'ma change the weather
I got her out her Vickys
she won't let me let up
We been in and out them wars
I swear we need some medals
I ain't never had time
for no arguments
Big ass shotgun
look like Lauri Markkanen
Tooda got the ten
AR with the cartridges
Moncler Rollie armwear
that's my starter kit
Do you believe in my dreams
like Coretta bitch?
Don't let him
come in that door
dawg we measuring
This lil' bitch
like Keyshia Cole
dawg she Heaven sent
Drego lay low and
get them extras then
Get to preachin' to you n#####
like I'm Malcolm X
And we got powder everywhere
just took it out the press
She hit the road with my load
took it out her dress
She turn me on
now I want to do it
I'm lit
in a foreign whip
Auntie got a script
I'ma flip the bitch
Sweet chin music
watch me kick the shit
Yes I can move it
I be whippin' it
I will pull my gun
and get ignorant
I will fuck the party up
with my dance moves
I want to take me a trip
out to Cancun
But I gotta sit still
'til this bag move
Domo arigato
Mr. Roboto
If he know like I know
my n##### we got those
Drums with the hollows
drugs in my poncho
I been wanting big bands
since a snot nose huh
The bag is so feminine
my MT hitters they some gremlins
the narcs hit the block
still gon' hit the fence
in my Timberlands
The smoke on the floor
alright inhale it then
The way you talk you need a show
David Letterman
You ballerina all on it
it's not sellin' damn
I called my baby
whip it quickly
ain't gotta touch my hands
I know some young n#####
really eatin' in the ten
All this blood from the streets
I need to wash my hands
You never know
who out to get you
better watch your mans
Before you get to blowing cheese
better make a plan
First night again
it wasn't in her plans
Boogie told me fuck the city
bro we want the rest
Who gon' be there in the end
All this shit a test
All my old hoes say
I still hit it the best
Get your mans
dawg I heard his watch
it tick tick