[Intro]
Never felt like I was the kid
But now I got bags, ya dig?
Now I got bags, ya dig?
Now I got Tec in my britch' (Rok on the track, yeah)
Now I got lean in my piss, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Never felt like I was the kid
But now I got bands, ya dig?
And I see lean when I open the whole fridge
You can't be me, you cannot live how I live
I got a strap with a beam and an extension
You fuckin' 'round with me, then we gon' end it
Your girl got me in her mouth like a sentence
I told her, "Sit still" like we in detention
[Verse]
And I got shooters with traps, we ain't pretendin'
And I got money, got money, lil boy I'm gettin' it
And I got her sweatin' but she ain't doin' fitness
Pull up in a coupe, drop top, [?]
And I'ma take your girl, but I don't ask for permission
No bitch could ever fuck with my vision
Bang from '06, bet you know this
And my shooter got a cover, boy it's gone hit, yeah
And I just poured up the Tech, boy, it's gone hit, yeah
Lately I been feelin' different, yeah
And I gave her a ten
Run up on me? I would not recommend
My lil' killers ain't gon fuck [?]
And every girl I talk to is a 10
And I get good dope, Moncler coat
All my planes in Boeing so I ain't never comin' home, no
Man, I told everyone I'd succeed and I did that
Big bags on me, big bags
Big choppas on me, big Macs
Talk down, push your shit back
They all mad 'cause I do what I want
New coupe with the engine up front
And I just made a fortune in a month, yeah
Never felt like I was the kid
But now I got bags, ya dig?
Now I got bags, ya dig?
Now I got Tec in my britch' (Rok on the track, yeah)
Now I got lean in my piss, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Never felt like I was the kid
But now I got bands, ya dig?
And I see lean when I open the whole fridge
You can't be me, you cannot live how I live
I got a strap with a beam and an extension
You fuckin' 'round with me, then we gon' end it
Your girl got me in her mouth like a sentence
I told her, "Sit still" like we in detention
[Verse]
And I got shooters with traps, we ain't pretendin'
And I got money, got money, lil boy I'm gettin' it
And I got her sweatin' but she ain't doin' fitness
Pull up in a coupe, drop top, [?]
And I'ma take your girl, but I don't ask for permission
No bitch could ever fuck with my vision
Bang from '06, bet you know this
And my shooter got a cover, boy it's gone hit, yeah
And I just poured up the Tech, boy, it's gone hit, yeah
Lately I been feelin' different, yeah
And I gave her a ten
Run up on me? I would not recommend
My lil' killers ain't gon fuck [?]
And every girl I talk to is a 10
And I get good dope, Moncler coat
All my planes in Boeing so I ain't never comin' home, no
Man, I told everyone I'd succeed and I did that
Big bags on me, big bags
Big choppas on me, big Macs
Talk down, push your shit back
They all mad 'cause I do what I want
New coupe with the engine up front
And I just made a fortune in a month, yeah
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