Gucci Bag

Yop, nigga, N.L.T. shit No limit, nigga Yeah, we on em' Bando, come on, I don't even got it write, bro, I spit facts My fit cool, but I think I need to switch hats He talkin' crazy on the gram, that got his bitch cracked Bro, I made a thousand off a hundred, then I flipped that Come on, that's the easy bag My bitch take forever to get ready, finna leave her ass I'm at the set with a Gucci and a Neiman's bag Blrrrd Hit him with the Glock,I'm finna freeze his ass Freak bitch she gon' let me f*ck, I don't need to ask I'm a pit bull, cause I be doggin' hoes Nigga every time I hit the road, I need all the pros Me and gang tag teamin' hoes, we the Hardy Bros Actin' like you buff, that's gon' get a nigga Cartis gone Shit, take the nigga, watch too Play around, put him on TV, nigga, Fox 2 my nigga say he droppin' one, then I'ma drop two Hit a nigga with the elbow like how the Rock do When that bag touch, bro, I'm finna get a track hawk I just kick my bitch out the whip, she like the back talk Heavy motion at my Duke's crib, I drop the racks off Me and gang gettin' to the Bread,like it's some mac sauce And I ain't talkin' bout no McDonald's Me and gang off the wok, this a big bottle My bitch cold, she a ten, top tier model My pape long, you would think I got a big novel Come on, this a big bottle Brody leanin' off the wok, this a big bottle In that whip, push the gas, nigga, quick throttle All my niggas gettin' paped like a big All my niggas gettin' paped like a big novel Yeah, big bags, like what we on N-L-T, nigga