Turkey Bags

(Me and Box, we in the kitchen)

Yeah, all my diamonds real clarity, poor-ass **** went moissanite

Juggin', I fucked up the streets, i came through and I dropped a pint

Model bitch wan' fuck, she know I'm havin', want me to spend it on her

Couple bands, I dropped it in my earlobe, boogers mold, they set

Britches fallin' off my ass, all these racks up in my pants

Load came in, I'm cashin' out, turkey bags came in, they funky

He was havin', now he not, in the trap, got nothin' but 'za

Shoebox in the closest stuffed down to the max, I been stackin' up

Put my bitches in designer, poor-ass **** buyin' Lululemon

Louis V skate when I'm steppin', couple bands up on the tennis

Juggin' loads how I got on, dope-boy fresh, I put it on

Traffic backed up at the traphouse, ****, my clientele strong

Ten bands, made that off of one jugg, I got the trap up in a headlock

Poor-ass ****, pockets flat, in my city, I keep a knot

All my whips, I paid cash, I'm most hated in the city

**** mad I took off, got some **** in they feelings

Yeah, all my diamonds real clarity, poor-ass **** went moissanite

Juggin', I fucked up the streets, i came through and I dropped a pint

Model bitch wan' fuck, she know I'm havin', want me to spend it on her

Couple bands, I dropped it in my earlobe, boogers mold, they set

Britches fallin' off my ass, all these racks up in my pants

Load came in, I'm cashin' out, turkey bags came in, they funky

He was havin', now he not, in the trap, got nothin' but 'za

Shoebox in the closest stuffed down to the max, I been stackin' up

Okay, we was tryna break a scale, **** don't wanna break a nail

Platinum in the trap, ain't got no plaque yet, just got clientele

Grab a Fanta, deuce of Quagen, make it look like dirty Sprite

Try my mind, do front-door servings, I ain't gotta take a flight

I ain't waitin' overnight, bust a box, let's get into it

All that talkin' 'bout what you did, damn, you must've blew it

Twenty up, I drop the number, tryna duck a sentence, chasin' commas

**** ain't havin' no motion, kid, you poor-ass **** penny pinchin'

Yeah, all my diamonds real clarity, poor-ass **** went moissanite

Juggin', I fucked up the streets, i came through and I dropped a pint

Model bitch wan' fuck, she know I'm havin', want me to spend it on her

Couple bands, I dropped it in my earlobe, boogers mold, they set

Britches fallin' off my ass, all these racks up in my pants

Load came in, I'm cashin' out, turkey bags came in, they funky

He was havin', now he not, in the trap, got nothin' but 'za

Shoebox in the closest stuffed down to the max, I been stackin' up