Bookbag

I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag

Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad

Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad

Or you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass

Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass

Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass

Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass

Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?"

I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that

Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at

If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac

Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat

Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped (Talk too much)

Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up (Goofy ass)

I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?"

I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch?

And my coupe automatic like fuck is a clutch?

And you still rocking PacSun, boy, you a bum

Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm

I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan

I'm smoking broccoli, countin' up lettuce

In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish

Kush in my pocket, this shit hella smelly

Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bitch hot and ready

Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts

And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt

Niggas been so-called lookin' for me

'Fore I half on a nigga, I'm poppin' him first

If you my bitch, then you gotta be pretty and with it

Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse"

Fuck up your life like some crack or a curse

Got a bitch with a pipe in the back of the vert

Thinking shit sweet could turn matters to worse

Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse

Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc'

Front like he got it, we rob him, that's merch

Go through his wallet and all of his merch

Fuck what you call it, I call it some work

And I'm constantly balling like Caris LeVert

I ain't fuckin' her raw even off of this Perc'