Bag Klan Trippin’ DB.Boutabag

[Intro]
Feeling like the shit again
Why the fuck you always listening?
Ayy, we them niggas that gon' trip again
I'm on that shit again
Why the fuck you always listening
Bag klan we them-
Ayy, Ayy

[Verse 1]
Ayy, big poles, we don't keep stocks
Talkin, out yo' neck, my niggas know feeling heat pop
Bag Klan trippin', we the one who got the streets hot
My niggas really demons, leave you steaming like a teapot
Oowee know he be casin' smoke a top shelf
Flexing that lil' money with a wood, that is not wealth
Fake chains, you niggas wearing Balencis, that is not real
Bitch I'm from Iraq, BKT, you catch hot shells
Big wood, I hit the clock, that bitch hit back
Gelato got me musty, but I'm fresher than a Tic Tac
You better tuck yo' chain and yo' bitch, they might get snatched
Want beef? Then I get the pole, blow his wind back
Six feet, brother leave him deep, and it's no cap
You ain't smoking woods lil' nigga thats a hemp wrap
PookG, where you at? I need a soul snatcher
Buzzo it's all good, this compact get 'eem gone fast
Say less, talk out yo chest, my niggas spray TECs
Eight niggas, better be equipped, with like eight vests
I'm DB.Boutabag not DB-waiting-for-no-scam-check
Bitch what? If i can't hit a lick, I'm flippin' grams next