[Intro]
'Cause I can, nigga
Better ask your last bitch, I keep
Second off, quit talkin' out your, 'cause you don't keep Glock
Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock (I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me)
(Lonis on this)
[Chorus]
First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga
You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga
Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock
Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock
Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off
I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off
Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off
Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog
[Verse 1]
How the fuck is niggas 'bout a bag and I don't know y'all?
All my niggas in this bitch, these my road dogs
And all for Jody Woah, on my mama, they gon' smoke dog
Since day one, this Bag shit been the same, nigga
We still throw them B's for Boutabag, this ain't no gang, nigga
And to them niggas speakin' on it, they some dick sucks
It only take a 'Wood and thirty minutes, get your bitch fucked
In this bitch clocked, high as fuck, I got the hiccups
Lil' baby, put your pants on, I need my dick sucked
Racks bustin' out these jeans, I can't lift up
You walk around broke all day, you a sick fuck
Racks keep fallin' through these pants, I can't pick up
'Cause I can, nigga
Better ask your last bitch, I keep
Second off, quit talkin' out your, 'cause you don't keep Glock
Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock (I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me)
(Lonis on this)
[Chorus]
First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga
You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga
Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock
Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock
Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off
I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off
Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off
Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog
[Verse 1]
How the fuck is niggas 'bout a bag and I don't know y'all?
All my niggas in this bitch, these my road dogs
And all for Jody Woah, on my mama, they gon' smoke dog
Since day one, this Bag shit been the same, nigga
We still throw them B's for Boutabag, this ain't no gang, nigga
And to them niggas speakin' on it, they some dick sucks
It only take a 'Wood and thirty minutes, get your bitch fucked
In this bitch clocked, high as fuck, I got the hiccups
Lil' baby, put your pants on, I need my dick sucked
Racks bustin' out these jeans, I can't lift up
You walk around broke all day, you a sick fuck
Racks keep fallin' through these pants, I can't pick up
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