Duffle

House Yeah Yeah yeah Ain't been in my feelings Notice ain't writing no sad songs Ima drink every drop till the sad gone I be spending my feelings on fashion She gone listen and post her reaction Fuck these niggas they gotta stop cappin It don't make you my bro cause we dappin Gang gone make me that paper that napkin For the culture I blew it at saks fifth Ima grind in the kitchen then eat it I can't flirt with this bitch she conceited She gon post bout the way she was treated Ima make her ass wanna delete it Ima roll me a thumb before I beat it Pussy trash so I dump it and leave it You just couldn't keep secrets between us Bitch these yeezys not plain ole adidas Now I'm busy so schedule a meet up You must still be at s cause I'm t'd up On my mom I did not mean to steal ya I just had to show you who was realer I'm the real one That my real cuh That's my big bro That's his lil bruh And we all gang Yeah we all tuff Now it's all hush I'm in my duffle Startin flexin off a muscle Make a nigga do the shuffle I'm in a hustle Take a shot I'm on a double M-4 got a muzzle Means brother in trouble I ain't listen cause it suck tho Ima keep that shit a buckle Plenty bitches get a couple I'm the turntest in the huddle I'm less likely in a scruffle Or these niggas gettin juggled Skirt the whip without a buckle I ain't break your back to cuddle I ain't mean to say I love you Out in public I don't hug you Check the score I'm so above you Nah nah nah nah I don't know you Pop back out and I'ma show you Suck it good I gotta owe you Nah nah nah nah I don't know you Nah nah nah nah I don't care Blowing o's in the air And it stand for over there For the ones who didn't care For the ones who didn't yeah For the post you didn't share Nah nah nah nah I can't hear Nah nah nah nah girl I swear Ain't sympathizing for your fear Ain't tryna wait another year Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah It's a drink in my hand I should not have it Ima cover my face in this bape jacket Fitted up ima drip like the ship Fresh as fuck ima drip like the titanic I can do what I want it's a bad habit Like luka for three ima bad maverick Don't you talk bout this dick if you ain't had it Ima fuck up her back make her cat daddy I just made up this song bout my whole status Ima break off my boys on they own salad Ima purchase my princess her own palace God hand made me this talent Ones hatin be the main ones average Big plate for a man my package Cut the beat if it don't sound like static No escape when I'm in my baggage I'm in my duffle Startin flexin off a muscle Make a nigga do the shuffle I'm in a hustle Take a shot I'm on a double M-4 got a muzzle Means brother in trouble I ain't listen cause it suck tho Ima keep that shit a buckle Plenty bitches get a couple I'm the turntest in the huddle I'm less likely in the scruffle Or these niggas gettin juggled Skirt the whip without a buckle I ain't break ur back to cuddle I ain't mean to say I love you Out in public I don't hug you Check the score I'm so above you Nah nah nah nah I don't know you Nah nah nah nah I don't know you Nah nah nah nah I don't know you Pop back out and I'ma show you