1st Off

'Cause I can, nigga Better ask your last bitch, I keep Second off, quit talkin' out your, 'cause you don't keep Glock Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock (I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me) First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog How the fuck is niggas 'bout a bag and I don't know y'all? All my niggas in this bitch, these my road dogs And all for Jody Woah, on my mama, they gon' smoke dog Since day one, this Bag shit been the same, nigga We still throw them B's for Boutabag, this ain't no gang, nigga And to them niggas speakin' on it, they some dick sucks It only take a 'Wood and 30 minutes, get your bitch fucked In this bitch clocked, high as fuck, I got the hiccups Lil' baby, put your pants on, I need my dick sucked Racks bustin' out these jeans, I can't lift up You walk around broke all day, you a sick fuck Racks keep fallin' through these pants, I can't pick up First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog First off, all these bitches love to shake that ass to me We in the party goin' up, now I'm grabbin' cheeks Second off, baby tryna fuck, now she grabbin' meat I only fucked the bitch once, how she in love with me? Third off, bitch, don't hit this phone when I'm roadrunning I ain't tryna hold your hand, I'm tryna hold hundreds Made 'bout five, six thousand in these roadrunners And baby, I ain't tuckin' shit, I'm with some cold gunners Your bitch, I'm gon' walk past, she need some more cash How the fuck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass? This shit is too nice, ten bands in two nights The only thing we runnin' from them red and them blue lights Your bitch, I'm gon' walk past, she need some more cash How the fuck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass? This shit is too nice, ten bands in two nights The only thing we runnin' from them red and them blue lights First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog Do we? Like I'm Loc Dog Do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog