Got a Prada bag, fill it with the dope huh (dope)
Got a lot of bags, got a lot of doe (huh, doe)
Niggas can't match my thot y'all niggas can't match my hoe (huh)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, yeah you will get smacked with a pole (pole)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, I don't give a f*ck 'bout parole
Worried 'bout the bands that I got, how much do he got, my nigga go get you your own
I got a freaky lil thot, she built like a mop, yeah she finna suck out my soul
I'm up at Bayrock, cash getting throwed
I'm up at Bayrock, ass getting throwed (uhun)
Niggas can't match my vision (eugh)
Rick Owen jeans and the kick Raf Simmons
I'm high as a bird, I'm high as a pigeon (yeah)
I'm higher than all of the world, lil bitch, I broke out the ceiling (yeah, yeah)
Back on the meds, Percocet, not Penicillin (not penicillin)
You talk to the feds, you gotta be silly
I got some bread like I just hopped out the bakery
I know she a groupie, I'll settle for head, I don't wanna f*ck she not making me
Hold up, let's get turnt up bitch
She a lesbian but she got turnt out quick
I'm on the meds getting burnt out quick
I just popped an RP man let's go (go, go)
I let 'em copy the swag, and I let 'em copy the flow
I went and got me a bag at every lol one of my shows
Balenciaga, I just do the most
Balenicaga, 30 for the coat
Balenciaga, girl let's make a toast (make a toast)
Yeah, all this shit, I came up off the dome (huh, woah)
Got a Prada bag, fill it with the dope huh (dope)
Got a lot of bags, got a lot of doe (huh, doe)
Niggas can't match my thot y'all niggas can't match my hoe (huh)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, yeah you will get smacked with a pole (glocky)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, I don't give a f*ck 'bout parole
Worried 'bout the bands that I got, how much do he got, my nigga go get you your own
I got a freaky lil thot, she built like a mop, yeah she finna suck out my soul
I'm up at Bayrock, cash getting throwed
I'm up at Bayrock, ass getting throwed (uhun, woah)
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Got a Prada bag, fill it with the dope huh (dope)
Got a lot of bags, got a lot of doe (huh, doe)
Niggas can't match my thot y'all niggas can't match my hoe (huh)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, yeah you will get smacked with a pole (pole)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, I don't give a f*ck 'bout parole
Worried 'bout the bands that I got, how much do he got, my nigga go get you your own
I got a freaky lil thot, she built like a mop, yeah she finna suck out my soul
I'm up at Bayrock, cash getting throwed
I'm up at Bayrock, ass getting throwed (uhun)
Niggas can't match my vision (eugh)
Rick Owen jeans and the kick Raf Simmons
I'm high as a bird, I'm high as a pigeon (yeah)
I'm higher than all of the world, lil bitch, I broke out the ceiling (yeah, yeah)
Back on the meds, Percocet, not Penicillin (not penicillin)
You talk to the feds, you gotta be silly
I got some bread like I just hopped out the bakery
I know she a groupie, I'll settle for head, I don't wanna f*ck she not making me
Hold up, let's get turnt up bitch
She a lesbian but she got turnt out quick
I'm on the meds getting burnt out quick
I just popped an RP man let's go (go, go)
I let 'em copy the swag, and I let 'em copy the flow
I went and got me a bag at every lol one of my shows
Balenciaga, I just do the most
Balenicaga, 30 for the coat
Balenciaga, girl let's make a toast (make a toast)
Yeah, all this shit, I came up off the dome (huh, woah)
Got a Prada bag, fill it with the dope huh (dope)
Got a lot of bags, got a lot of doe (huh, doe)
Niggas can't match my thot y'all niggas can't match my hoe (huh)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, yeah you will get smacked with a pole (glocky)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, I don't give a f*ck 'bout parole
Worried 'bout the bands that I got, how much do he got, my nigga go get you your own
I got a freaky lil thot, she built like a mop, yeah she finna suck out my soul
I'm up at Bayrock, cash getting throwed
I'm up at Bayrock, ass getting throwed (uhun, woah)
Got a lot of bags, got a lot of doe (huh, doe)
Niggas can't match my thot y'all niggas can't match my hoe (huh)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, yeah you will get smacked with a pole (pole)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, I don't give a f*ck 'bout parole
Worried 'bout the bands that I got, how much do he got, my nigga go get you your own
I got a freaky lil thot, she built like a mop, yeah she finna suck out my soul
I'm up at Bayrock, cash getting throwed
I'm up at Bayrock, ass getting throwed (uhun)
Niggas can't match my vision (eugh)
Rick Owen jeans and the kick Raf Simmons
I'm high as a bird, I'm high as a pigeon (yeah)
I'm higher than all of the world, lil bitch, I broke out the ceiling (yeah, yeah)
Back on the meds, Percocet, not Penicillin (not penicillin)
You talk to the feds, you gotta be silly
I got some bread like I just hopped out the bakery
I know she a groupie, I'll settle for head, I don't wanna f*ck she not making me
Hold up, let's get turnt up bitch
She a lesbian but she got turnt out quick
I'm on the meds getting burnt out quick
I just popped an RP man let's go (go, go)
I let 'em copy the swag, and I let 'em copy the flow
I went and got me a bag at every lol one of my shows
Balenciaga, I just do the most
Balenicaga, 30 for the coat
Balenciaga, girl let's make a toast (make a toast)
Yeah, all this shit, I came up off the dome (huh, woah)
Got a Prada bag, fill it with the dope huh (dope)
Got a lot of bags, got a lot of doe (huh, doe)
Niggas can't match my thot y'all niggas can't match my hoe (huh)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, yeah you will get smacked with a pole (glocky)
Run up in the spot, I'm grabbing the glock, I don't give a f*ck 'bout parole
Worried 'bout the bands that I got, how much do he got, my nigga go get you your own
I got a freaky lil thot, she built like a mop, yeah she finna suck out my soul
I'm up at Bayrock, cash getting throwed
I'm up at Bayrock, ass getting throwed (uhun, woah)
Writer: Fahd Sarumi
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