Brag

I don’t like to brag But im getting to the bag Got a stick in the stash Ksubi’s on my ass Got a flag as the tag Run it up f*ck the tab I don’t gotta watch yet but rubber bands until that And I got pain inside I don’t talk I get high Either I get higher Or run it up with my guys yuh I got pain inside I don’t talk I get high Either I get higher Or run it up with my guys yuh Iont like to brag But im getting to the bag Gotta stick in the stash Ksubi’s on my ass Got a flag as the tag Run it up f*ck the tab I don’t gotta watch yet but rubber bands until that And I got pain inside I don’t talk I get high Either I get higher Or run it up with my guys yuh I got pain inside I don’t talk I get high Either I get higher Or run it up with my guys yuh It is what it seem Yeah I spent like a stack on my sneaks Triple S’s big balencis But out the struggle All we tryna see hustle blood flowing through my genes Trap anything started with the weed Im around tell me what you need Extra reup money I spent it on some jeans One of my goals in life is get a 8 ball with diamonds on it Its alot of shit that I wanted Now its my time to own it And I put this on my gang We f*ck around get matching chains Stay away from the homicide rate Unless we uping the rate She said whats on my waist Bitch this a BB Simon jewels all on me Guess she like what she see Then she smiled dropped to her knees Aint stop till I was pleased Let her swallow my seeds Not only money flock with me I don’t like to brag But im getting to the bag Gotta stick in the stash Ksubi’s on my ass Got a flag as the tag Run it up f*ck the tab I don’t gotta watch yet but rubber bands until that And I got pain inside I don’t talk I get high Either I get higher Or run it up with my guys yuh I got pain inside I don’t talk I get high Either I get higher Or run it up with my guys yuh Looked up to the drug dealers cause they pockets was deep (deep) Wanted that to be me And mcqueen’s on my feet (feet) All I seen was the green Dont give a f*ck if it was clean If a nigga try taking from me A dead nigga what he gone be And thats no bap Call up deuce he stay with a strap For a light fee you get fucked up bad If you ask me we do alot for them racks I aint tryna starve so ima stack Dont care who you is you still getting taxed Receipt in the envelope in the bag 3 times out the month I went to saks And we aint slowing down We stuck on moving fast Tryna pass the digital dash Its fast money but I make it last Focus on what ima do next Need my shot Yea I want it bad Gotta Make my folks glad If I fail ima make em mad I don’t like to brag But im getting to the bag Gotta stick in the stash Ksubi’s on my ass Got a flag as the tag Run it up f*ck the tab I don’t gotta watch yet but rubber bands until that And I got pain inside I don’t talk I get high Either I get higher Or run it up with my guys yuh I got pain inside I don’t talk I get high Either I get higher Or run it up with my guys yuh