Bag Talk

Bitch want a Birkin

Better get to workin

Got the wrong person

Bitch I don’t buy no purses

Only thing the hoe good for is some twerking

Super soakin hoes, couple pumps, got em squirtin

Worried bout your bag, see you later

Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?

Damn, a **** leanin like my wafers

And your bitch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

Worried bout your bag, see you later

Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?

Damn, a **** leanin like my wafers

And your bitch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

I’m dead, yall **** (?)

Your bitch is a hoe, and she text me for head

I’m laughing at the bank, you crying for a loan

Bummy ass ****, won’t even toss you a bone

(?)

I’d be hurt too if my baby mama was burnt

You get no cheeks, your music is booty

Top **** pop out on me, can’t get no coochie

At this point my ****, I’m convinced you’re fruity

Top **** get married to secure some pussy

You got no drip, take off that stussy

You a creep ass **** gettin ass off the roofy

Worried bout your bag, see you later

Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?

Damn, a **** leanin like my wafers

And your bitch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

Worried bout your bag, see you later

Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?

Damn, a **** leanin like my wafers

And your bitch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

Leanin on her knees, I ain’t talkin bout no prayer

We could light it up and fade it, I ain’t talkin bout no taper

Been about my paper since I was a first grader

Livin good in Cali like a mofuckin Laker

When I thought I banged, every song be a banger

Stretch yo bitch out like a mofuckin trainer

White, black, and asian, I got all different flavors

Bitch call me daddy, ****, I don’t even claim her

Bitch want a Birkin

Better get to workin

Got the wrong person

Bitch I don’t buy no purses

Only thing the hoe good for is some twerking

Super soakin hoes, couple pumps, got em squirtin

30 in my pockets, I’m just going shopping

I don’t do the lurking, only do the blocking

Song hit a milli, **** I just dropped it

Shoulda been from Houston, cuz we always with them rockets (Bitch)

Hook, Lil Woadie]

Worried bout your bag, see you later

Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?

Damn, a **** leanin like my wafers

And your bitch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer

Worried bout your bag, see you later

Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?

Damn, a **** leanin like my wafers

And your bitch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer