Bag Back

Lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you?) How the fuck is you a CEO? Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga Alright (Boomin need extras) [Verse] How the fuck is you a CEO and your artist broke? Fendi color green on the 'Cat, look like artichoke You will never see me running like my starter broke I got a thousand bird feathers in the 'cler, this is not a coat I ain't trnna fuck on the first date, bitch I'm not a hoe But I'ma still hit the bitch and dip, alright I gotta go You say your brother got killed, what they popped him for? Shit I got a whole pint, what you tryna pour? You can find the cut I use at the Dollar Store Comin' down the street fast in a 'Hawk, they like Geronimo Pulled up, dropped a hundred shots, now I'm like adios How you selling all this dope and don't nobody know In thе hood with fifty racks on me, eating sloppy joe Fuck around, got high, and lеft there, and went to Domino's He just sniffed so much coke, he ain't got a nose I ain't got no fuckin' chainsaw, this a chopper bro Guarantee this .308'll cut a tree down Bitch pussy so good, got her number on speed dial I was sittin' on my ass broke, I'm on my feet now They gave me five in the feds, I want some weed now And I got a sale right now, he want three pounds Being broke had me blind, I can see now Last week I bought a zip, I want to eat now Alright, I got some drank in me, I could eat now Bitch, I'm a hood legend When Rio going broke? That's a good question I be puttin' that shit on, but I look messy You want the answer to that first bar, I'm like, "Bitch, never" Yeah I'm doing good right now but it can get better Twelve-hundred for the new Burberry print sweater Nuttin' all in my new bitch, and I just met her Dropped thirteen, I'ma drop the thirty clip separate And no I'm not dropping the price, so you could buy your other zip separate Somebody bring a big scale, I need a brick measure They knew I was a beast, so they put me on a big tether I just mixed some dog up, this a pit-Shepherd Broke up with my girl, moved to Detroit, and sent the bitch a letter My calf muscles getting strong, I'm a big stepper That is not a coffee maker, that's a brick presser I am not your baby daddy, I'm a rich nigga And I pull up by myself, I ain't with ten niggas That is not a 'za house, y'all got hemp in it Ten-milli' long as fuck, I got slim with me If I pull my mask up, I'm a grim reaper And I don't just kill people, it can get deeper Heard your brother know how to rap, but I'm a bit sweeter Nowadays twenty-thirty racks could get 6 people It ain't shit to tell my shooter, check his Cash App And I'm like Walmart, I do cashback Pay for the hit, tell Scoop to get him, get the cash back Bitch I rap now don't want the bag back, I'm gettin' mad scrap Ghetto Boyz the hashtag, hit a nigga with a trash bag This pop I just poured dirtier than an ass rag I got a plug on dracos, they in Baghdad Missed my daughter and my son birth, am I a bad dad? He got too close, Iz upped a fist, nigga, bag back