Baggage Claim

Thick Dimes with tan lines For my Roosevelts Skeamz Filling up my bag Cause I'm bout to trip It's bottomless Don't tell me shit Unless a dollar print Is all I think On the Vegas strip Imma sit Like a lunatic Hit a lick for your chips Double dip Cool whip with a stick Nobody hip Imma cool cat like Nip Don't even crip In the cut lit No blood but a nigga drip Never saw ya text bitch Money all I get Name I forget Call you thick cause your outfit Dog I'm a pit at the vet No doubt sick Hit a swish won't miss JR Smith Stick to the script Call your sis for a plot twist I stay in my bag like a duffel You a cuckold Imma dog no mussle Game real subtle Leave your bae in a puddle Ass on bubble Get that bitch in trouble Her rebuttal Got her boyfriend puzzled On a space shuttle Trying make stacks double Niggas rock hustle They Barnie Rubble I love this money Me and Ben frank cuddle Niggas goaltend When I try to get the ends Pretend Like they ain't scary of me just with The pen Cause then, If I ascend And a nigga get a M Bet they won't listen to your shit again These niggas soft cheap talk Rhymes bought Hard like coughs My thoughts have high cost Fly like moths gas exhaust To get lost Ya bitch tossed like LaCrosse don't get mossed A giver and I'm a reciver Don't need her Cut like cleavers Yall niggas is tweezers Drop teasers make you a believer She give good brain she's an Overachiever Get seizures On the beach just for leisure Cold like freezers Temp drop for features To eager Sleepwalk through Procedures Take a breather this game I seizure Take your spot ain't asking I'm kidnapping Kill like Carole Baskin Robbing craftsman Take pics cause I'm snapping No caption Pirate hijacking Your new Captain In my bag like Coach Prada MK Bitch from TSA Fat Trel and Wale My tricks can't give away BBQ Lay's A zone of Purple Haze Your bags on trash day I Tell her put some clothes on She wear a thong You wanna pop off I'm Dom Perignon Better run my check like a marathon My bag's over your head carry-on Filling up my bag Cause I'm bout to trip It's bottomless Don't tell me shit Unless a dollar print Is all I think On the Vegas strip Imma sit Like a lunatic Hit a lick for your chips Double dip Cool whip with a stick Nobody hip Imma cool cat like Nip Don't even crip In the cut lit No blood but a nigga drip Never saw ya text bitch Money all I get Name I forget Call you thick cause your outfit Dog I'm a pit at the vet No doubt sick Hit a swish won't miss JR Smith Stick to the script Call your sis for a plot twist Oh yeah I got this She on some thot shit So be cautious A nigga so sick I'm starting to feel nauseous Finago