Book Bag

Micro Drac up in that Book Bag Play with that shit, It's gon make you look bad PTSD why the f*ck I look back Good ass lawyer I ain't worried about that That boy is a bitch, That nigga is a drag You better talk that shit, Yeah nigga get mad All on my dick like what is you a fag? Not tryna' hear that shit, Lil bitch tryna' nag One Two Three niggas killed I'm mad Not through the phone lil nigga I want cash Blow that shit up like we live in Iraq High speed chase watch I get on yo ass Ain't worried about shit I learned from my Dad Ain't worried about shit unless it's about the bag Niggas be capping when they said they did the dash Ain't do shit but turned into a fucking rat Ain't stunting that hoe lil nigga come get her back Oh that shit cool as f*ck let me see that! Fully loaded pistols I like them bitches fat Acting like you know nigga show me facts Ain't gon cap that lil bih ass fat Foot on the pedal, Hell yeah I smash that I love when we fucking, I love when she f*ck back Shoot first ain't no motherfucking shoot back Grdd Bah! Grdd Bah! This a new car, That bih use a fob Ain't talking about my hair when I say she on my top Must've lost his mind now he lost his top Niggas go retarded, He don't like to talk I'm talking about me, I don't really like to talk Walk in this bitch and I be blowing smoke Play with that boy, He might cut yo throat If you upping that bih, You bet not choke If I'm upping that bih, You better get low Goodbye, Yeah, Yo soul is gone A soul is a forever, But who really knows He say that he trapping but ain't serve a bow He a slimey lil dude don't show ya nose (Hell nah, Don't show yo nose, Hell nah, Don't show yo nose, Woo) (Blah Blah Blah, That's all I hear from you niggas) Micro Drac up in that Book Bag Play with that shit, It's gon make you look bad PTSD why the f*ck I look back Good ass lawyer I ain't worried about that That boy is a bitch, That nigga is a drag You better talk that shit, Yeah nigga get mad All on my dick like what is you a fag? Not tryna' hear that shit, Lil bitch tryna' nag One Two Three niggas killed I'm mad Not through the phone lil nigga I want cash Blow that shit up like we live in Iraq High speed chase watch I get on yo ass Ain't worried about shit I learned from my Dad Ain't worried about shit unless it's about the bag Niggas be capping when they said they did the dash Ain't do shit but turned into a fucking rat