Ran Thru DB.Boutabag (Ft. Ralfy the Plug)

[Intro: DB.Boutabag]
(Kids next door)
Hey
I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me

[Verse 1: DB.Boutabag]
Bitch, I do this talkin' on my mic', I don't need no celly
Nigga, dead stock my shoes, designer my belly
Bitch, I got this gold grill in my mouth, why I feel like Nelly?
Baby suck my balls and she barely met me
Bitch, I do my dougie on my own, I don't need no help
Versache [?] brighter than a bitch, this my only belt
I'm smokin' gas, you be smokin' shit that's bottom shelf
Granny told me, "Wanna get it done? Then do it by yourself"
I like my city G's high, I don't fuck with lows
Them Airpods buck, nigga, these the pros
The bitches you be hangin' 'round buck, you ain't got no hoes
[?] nigga who said somethin' was hurt and couldn't keep a roll
In the city with my woadies, let's go Bape shoppin'
The way they chase me in the mall make me hate shoppin'
The way I'm diggin' in her jaws got her face lockin'
Pass the ball to twin, he gon' pop just like Klay Thompson

[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, it's just me and you
Just me and you, you could bring your friends too
My friends, who? All my friends ran through
Now she shakin' ass and playin' with my bamboo, ayy, ayy
Baby, it's just me and you
Just me and you, you could bring your friends too
My friends, who? All my friends ran through
Now she shakin' ass and playin' with my bamboo, nigga