Bought Her a Bag (feat. Big Petty)

Ay, I ain't even got all my jewelry on, ****

Still shining, crazy ass, ay, say

Roll up a three-five, take big puffs

She like, yay, what you got on? That shit stuff

Won't throw a punch in the club, got that glick tucked

Wanna see a damn move, all my wrists up

No construction, I'll build me a bitch up

Shawty say she want her some new ass

Shouldn't have asked so I bought her a bag

Run fast, back of this Drac' is a flash

Can't have no gun, I'ma beat him like tag

Tired of be here, Ike and Tina

I'm talking money, it's nice to meet ya

Yay on top, these little **** beneath me

Still got a tick and this Glock got a wee wee

On the block with ARS, tryna stick out a GT

How she suck on the dick, shawty earned it like tiki

Can't slow down, this a SRT

Her **** lame, she wan' met with me

Baby, I'm not no rapper, I'm serving pleasure Ps

I put the K on you, you better let it be, pussy

Yeah, ay, I'm a ape but can't hit the bitch bare

Reach for this ice and get put in the air

Shawty, just walk up and speak, don't sit there and stare

Okay, my diamonds got this hoe mesmerized

Little **** playing get televised

Big double G and I might can slide

Damn, yay always walking, guess he can't catch a ride

Pick this bitch up in a Challenger, it was electrified

How you ain't got no goals, always next to mine

I really put on that drip, say look I spilt some

Real drip, baby, my drama 'bout killed some

Roll up a three-five, take big puffs

She like, yay, what you got on? That shit stuff

Won't throw a punch in the club, got that glick tucked

Wanna see a damn move, all my wrists up

No construction, I'll build me a bitch up

Shawty say she want her some new ass

Shouldn't have asked so I bought her a bag

Boy, what you doing with them racks? I done ran this shit up to the ceiling

Now that I'm having this motion, I'm popping my shit

Now I'm playing with them racks like Serena

These bitches don't know me for real, she just met me on the 'Gram

Now this bitch happy as hell just to meet me

And when I put that shit on, I be dripping for real

I spent thirty-five-hundred on sneakers

For real though, put that lil' hoe to work like some steel toes

**** be cap in the trap, now we soldiers

Fly hell like a bird like I'm signing to OVO

He calling me duty so I know he don't know me though

Play the beat, I'ma catch it and rotate it

I'ma fuck the lil' hoe, kick her out, I don't do dates

I'm a big ****, every time I eat I need more plates

And I'm stepping on **** like probates

And I got prepared, these **** playing with my top

Why the fuck did he call me no homie?

And bitch, I'm stepping on shit on the daily

They telling me stop 'cause I'm killing them posed

Just bought me a brand new whip with a spot with a grill in the back and I did it no deal

Sliding through the hood with some Trish in my cup

And a shooter with me so he watching it rip, for real though

Roll up a three-five, take big puffs

She like, yay, what you got on? That shit stuff

Won't throw a punch in the club, got that glick tucked

Wanna see a damn move, all my wrists up

No construction, I'll build me a bitch up

Shawty say she want her some new ass

Shouldn't have asked so I bought her a bag

Roll up a three-five, take big puffs

She like, yay, what you got on? That shit stuff

Won't throw a punch in the club, got that glick tucked

Wanna see a damn move, all my wrists up

No construction, I'll build me a bitch up

Shawty say she want her some new ass

Shouldn't have asked so I bought her a bag