Permanent Bags

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Got my nigga Ray in this bitch with me, know that (Nick on the track) Yeah Yeah Uh-huh [Chorus] Metro ashes in this Rolls-Royce truck, I'm fried as hell If that ain't racks up in heaven, send my ass to hell We could start a seafood restaurant, we got plenty shells In other words, when it's hammer time, bitch, we got plenty nails Permanent bags up under my eyes 'cause I was slept on Bitch, I got pain up in my words, that's from that warzone Ain't no time to pout, bitch, take your ass home Hit the block, put one up top, and put it to his dome [Verse] They should call me Ricky Bobby 'causе if you ain't first, you're last I got a cougar in the car while I do thе dash They ain't put me on XXL yet, but I got plenty mags Fun fact, I'd never cap in my Chrome Hearts hat Back from the nineties and I brought me a beeper 251 with Metro reefer You my peer, but we're not equal There's one me, it can't be no sequel Get me some drank and I stack it like Bitcoin My name not Ross, I'm just rocking this Rick Owens With an Asian bitch smoking doing-doing Matty on her doing-doing Pressure and poverty got me popping I was taught go and they telling me stop it Hit that show, then hit the bank I got Tussy in my tank Twenty-three when they buy his face Britney tryna be my bae Hurricane Chris, "A Bay Bay" I'ma buy a switch today Started selling Karo back in 2016 I bought some bullshit pints and put the stamp up on them bitches Them niggas coming back 'cause they don't know what this shit is Plus if a nigga try me, I'ma put it to his ribs Number (N)ine jersey, this the brand, this how I live Finna punch a nigga with the Glock, get his kids I fuck with Rio, free the ghetto Twenty-four, I'm a bossy young fellow Seen this bitch and I'm like, "Hello" I put Dior on my toes He talking shit from a safe place, he need to give it up RP stamped up on my pill, that's why I'm itching, duh Poured up a four in a two, duh Jimbo, get your ass back to the house, it's time to pour this mud Sally in this bitch making ice while I get the cups Suzie P washing all the dishes while I'm pouring up How the fuck you got all these opps up in your song and you ain't killed one? Folks was already on his heels, he couldn't grab his gun Blue strips, count the shit up with my fucking blood Give a nigga chills how you seen him get it out the mud Hit my head hard, I seen the reaper, but I ain't cry once I'ma need that boy Evel Knievel, I'm 'bout to catch 'em stunting AP skeleton two-tone, I'm finna buy me one I'm tired of fucking bougie sister, I need the trifling one He thinking of dissing on the net, he must wanna die or something Tryna give me a thousand for a feature, you must be high or something Busting off that long white pill, that shit boot me up I got my own buzz, I don't need to hang around your cuz It was 2Trill from the jump, so it's 2Trill when I finish up High as hell, dropped the Glock out my pocket, hear a loud thud 3 AM, northside of Long Beach, I'm with my Mexican I'ma need a long Maybach to have some sex up in Baby girl, why the fuck would I wife you up and you fucked my kin? Matter fact, get the fuck up out my face and go fuck my friend [Chorus] Metro ashes in this Rolls-Royce truck, I'm fried as hell (Phew) If that ain't racks up in heaven, send my ass to hell (Phew) We could start a seafood restaurant, we got plenty shells (Dig?) In other words, when it's hammer time, bitch, we got plenty nails (Phew) Permanent bags up under my eyes 'cause I was slept on (I was slept on) Bitch, I got pain up in my words, that's from that warzone (From that war) Ain't no time to pout, bitch, take your ass home (Take it home) Hit the block, put one up top, and put it to his dome (To his dome) [Outro] Yeah, nigga 2T shit Yeah