Mojo Bag Xavy Rusan

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Look
Ayy

[Chorus]
Kush pack in the backpack (Okay)
Nap time in the nap sack, uh
Smartphone for the dumb bread
Cliff full of the bad, bad (Bad, bad, bad)
Bad bitch in the bed frame (Okay)
Same one 'fore the bread came, uh
My set on the next move
No time for the head game
Kush pack in the backpack (Damn right)
Nap time in the nap sack (Uh-huh)
Smartphone for the dumb bread
Cliff full of the bad, bad (Bad, bad, bad)
Bad bitch in the bed frame (Okay)
Same one 'fore the bread came (Yessir)
My set on the next move (Uh-huh)
No time for the head game

[Verse 1]
Ayy, look
I'm a player, you a parody
Bad bitch, two braids like a Cherokee
So much that I might need a parody
Smoke dope and I might need therapy
I'd be flyer than a bitch, young parakeet
Apparently, these niggas don't know who I'd be
Last time I came to the shows, you paid at the door, and I slid in, no ID
You ain't cold like me
Know you seen the name in neon
Primetime shit like Deion
Niggas ain't peas, they peons
Hit her in the bed, bad B on
Neck on froze, on Freon
I ain't gotta tell her that we on
Shawty know she heard of the band and the brand and the type shit that we on
Fuck they be on?
Got a nigga leadin' this shit like eons, uh
He a fair, he a windmill
Top-down on the coast, got a wind chill
By 'em grill, big fur, nigga, Chinchill'
Tell 'em simmer down, sit down, sit still
Switch flows like knobs on a faucet
Turn the money, dollar to profit
I'm off of the weak shit
Prolly off for a week shit
With a queen at the crib got it lookin’ like freaknik
My flight 'bout to head from the runway
It's noon, gettin' head on a Monday
Sunbathe on a beach on a Sunday
Nigga still gettin' paid from the one play
Pulled up in the whatchacallit
Eatin' on that can't pronounce it
They seen, I ain't announce it
Doin' numbers like eight accountants
Dugged off by the lake and mountains
Might make a pound like