Ain't done

I'm back in this bitch n I'm chasing the bag I'm taking that shit you ain't getting it back Don't talk on my name cus he shi gon get bad Y'all still tryna do it y'all goin out sad Y'all talk on ma name like if I wasn't that These niggas real Stoopid a brains what they lack Choppin it up can't do nothin but laugh But Bitch I ain't done I'm still chasing the bag We big obm and we ridin the city We spendin big bucks in the stores we get silly We rock-a-bye baby we rock like a millie We sign up a pen yes we sign up a titty We pop out we shock em like will did to Diddy We slide on a nigga like pac did to biggie Ain't see pkeeping it P gotta slide on em steady put on ma boots n my tool bitch I'm ready Cap a lil nigga if his ass turn informant I'm not in my prime best believe it is dormant Hit me for a verse let me order a scheme give them more lines than some corduroy jeans keep it a bean you know how the boy grinds y'all put in no work like the unemployed lines Money in my pocket diamonds on my wrist Living life so large nobody resist diss up on ma brothas we cant coexist Pay about a Millie js to watch me fuckin piss Yeah I'm going down every name up on the list If you catch your name disappear like the mist You better watch out who tf u gon diss U try that shit twice better do it like this I aint here to play game bitch im only here to win I stay up inside da club with the wocky and the gin I'm back in this bitch n I'm chasing the bag I'm taking that shit you ain't getting it back Don't talk on my name cus he shi gon get bad Y'all still tryna do it y'all goin out sad Y'all talk on ma name like if I wasn't that These niggas real Stoopid a brains what they lack Choppin it up can't do nothin but laugh But Bitch I ain't done I'm still chasing the bag