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Дата выпуска: 09.12.2021
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
Bag Back |
How the fuck is you a CEO? |
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga |
Alright |
(Boomin need extras) |
How the fuck is you a CEO and your artist broke? |
the color green on the cat, look like artichoke |
You will never see me running like my starter broke |
I got a thousand bird feathers in the 'cler, this is not a coat |
I ain’t trynna fuck on the first date, bitch I’m not a hoe |
But I’mma still hit the bitch and dip, alright I gotta go |
You say your brother got killed, what they popped him for? |
Shit I got a whole pint, what you trynna pour? |
You can find the cut I use at the Dollar Store |
Comin' down the street fast in a 'Hawk, they like Geronimo |
Pulled up, dropped a hundred shots, now I’m like adios |
How you selling all this dope and don’t nobody know |
In the hood with 50 racks on me, eating sloppy joe |
Fuck around, got high, and left there, and went to Dominos |
He just sniffed so much coke, he ain’t got a nose |
I ain’t got no fuckin' chainsaw, this a chopper bro |
Guarantee this .308'll cut a tree down |
Bitch pussy so good, got her number on speed dial |
I was sittin' on my ass broke, I’m on my feet now |
They gave me 5 in the feds, I want some weed now |
And I got a sale right now, he want three pounds |
Being broke had me blind, I can see now |
Last week I bought a zip, I want to eat now |
Alright, I got some drank in me, I could eat now |
Bitch, I’m a hood legend |
When Rio going broke? That’s a good question |
I be puttin' that shit on, but I look messy |
You want the answer to that first bar, I’m like «bitch never» |
Yeah I’m doing good right now but it can get better |
Twelve-hundred for the new Burberry print sweater |
Nuttin' all in my new bitch, and I just met her |
Dropped thirteen, I’mma drop the 30 clip separate |
And no I’m not dropping the price, so you could buy yo other zip separate |
Somebody bring a big scale, I need a brick measure |
They knew I was a beast, so they put me on a big tether |
I just mixed some dog up, this a Pit-Shepherd |
Broke up with my girl, moved to Detroit, and sent the bitch a letter |
My calf muscles getting strong, I’m a big stepper |
That is not a coffee maker, that’s a brick presser |
I am not your baby daddy, I’m a rich nigga |
And I pull up by myself, I ain’t with 10 niggas |
That is not a Za' house, y’all got hemp in it |
10 milli long as fuck, I got slim with me |
If I pull my mask up, I’m a grim reaper |
And I don’t just kill people, it can get deeper |
Heard your brother know how to rap, but I’m a bit sweeter |
Nowadays twenty-thirty racks could get 6 people |
It ain’t shit to tell my shooter, check his CashApp |
And I’m like Walmart, I do cashback |
Pay for the hit, tell Scoop to get him, get the cash back |
Bitch I rap now don’t want the bag back, I’m gettin' mad scrap |
Ghetto Boyz the hashtag, hit a nigga with a trash bag |
This pop I just po’ed, dirtier than a ass rag |
I got a plug on dracos, they in Baghdad |
Missed my daughter and my son birth, am I a bad dad? |
He got too close, eased up the, nigga bag back |