Bag Back

I put 1 and 2 together like I'm teaching at a school Bitches love to follow me but nigga tryna jock my moves All them nights spent in the trenches no wonder I act a fool You don't know about them days we ain't eat cause there's no food I'm to hot I advise you pussys bag back You nigga cops we been peeped boy where ya badge at Run in ya spot and blow that bitch up like its Baghdad Never had to wait in line I jump right pass dat It aint a beat that i can't murder that's a factoid On the streets they call me Keith but this is fatboi She like to let me treat that pussy like a track boy I fucked her once because I ain't no holla back boy Matter fact After that hoe I'm leaving She told me I can only f*ck on the weekends She suck the dick and swallow kids like she need it If I put er on the cam she gone start cheesing The bitch done got on all 4s like I leashed it Hoe was tryna buy my dick so she leased it I can f*ck a nigga wife leave her leaking Little do they know Keith a demon Imma run it up baby you know what I’m on yea Coming off the south so imma throw my 4s hea He gone run his mouth till it’s time to rock an roll We going bowling now strike em out we can’t let em go yea I put 1 and 2 together like I'm teaching at a school Bitches love to follow me but nigga tryna jock my moves All them nights spent in the trenches no wonder I act a fool You don't know about them days we ain't eat cause there's no food I'm to hot I advise you pussys bag back You nigga cops we been peeped boy where ya badge at Run in ya spot and blow that bitch up like its Baghdad Never had to wait in line I jump right pass dat If I up it Brody uppin what you thought was coming Them boys kappin in they raps but really not on nothing Dont do to much talking it ain’t no discussing Oh my opps been a drill call us Robitussin Got the drop get em killed gone dispose of em Running heavy towards a mill must be on to something Get that pape then a deal that’s how it’s going for me Yea I got niggas innat field and niggas innat pen Yea I got niggas innat grave that I can’t see again But the opps ain’t never slide cause they been getting slid Brodie punched him in the eye my shit done swole his chin Flaked out one time got sent up fa 10 Gang in hea like drumline don’t make us beat again I up my heat again somebody gone be bleeding then Glock 40 stunt his growth now he Peter pan I done Cooked all my beef who wanna eat again I put 1 and 2 together like I'm teaching at a school Bitches love to follow me but nigga tryna jock my moves All them nights spent in the trenches no wonder I act a fool You don't know about them days we ain't eat cause there's no food I'm to hot I advise you pussys bag back You nigga cops we been peeped boy where ya badge at Run in ya spot and blow that bitch up like its Baghdad Never had to wait in line I jump right pass dat