Bag Talk

I heard they talking heavy But I know that they ain't really on shit Face to face, niggas turn bitch Watch how the tone switch Speak in code, stay off the lines In case the phone hit Niggas round my way really working They get it gone quick Me, I'm on some other shit Been fucking with the Pro Tools Tryna feed the whole team Call that shit the Soul Food Shit been getting real out here We gotta eat too Niggas turning into hashtags Ain't talking Me Too Niggas tryna get to the throne Have a seat too Heard they said they 'bout it for real But they be see through F*ck a designer fit I showed up for profit If guap not the topic Then f*ck it, I'm off it She wanna go shopping Only time you see me with her If we vibing and locked in You gotta move cautious See I ain't no shooter But the bros they play offense If they touch my dawgs Then I turn into John Wick Ain't finna talk no more I'ma let that bag talk Fly as f*ck Like a nigga finna blast off I'm in a coupe But the bro just copped the Trackhawk Do it big like I pressed up on the caps lock Said that she rocking with a nigga She capping for the green though Roadside assistance You been for the streets hoe Buddy might be poppin' But he still ain't me though Better watch your back They tried to do me like three four Straight off that Henny Catch me boppin' like I'm Kodak SRE up in this bitch But y'all know that If it's a problem Then we bring it to your doormat She wanna f*ck I'm just asking where the throat at On some Yachty shit I just need one night then I'm gone No sneaky links over here girl we grown Make a movie with you Might pull out my phone When we finish sorry bae you going home Then it's back to the grind If I'm lyin' then im flyin' The family gotta eat So I won't stop til I'm dyin' We really in the field I can prolly win a Heisman They tried to do it big Well I go Andre the Giant I might spazz out And pull some cash out Until I black out Money everywhere Crib looking like a stash house Black coupe Smoke through the roof when I back out They living for clout Pray to God that I don't crash out Ain't finna talk no more I'ma let that bag talk Fly as f*ck Like a nigga finna blast off I'm in a coupe But the bro just copped the Trackhawk Do it big like I pressed up on the caps lock Said that she rocking with a nigga She capping for the green though Roadside assistance You been for the streets hoe Buddy might be poppin' But he still ain't me though Better watch your back They tried to do me like three four Lay my head, yeah I'm ballin' Bad bitch in my bed She be gone She be gone by the morning Only after the bread Cause she see a See a young nigga ballin' Don't you know that shit dead Put a nail Put a nail in the coffin You know how a nigga