Bag

Verse 1 (JPosey)
Bitch I'm tryna ball, can't wait till the bag is right
You got trip and fall, carrying all that baggage yikes
Keeping track of my growth, making sure I notepad the heights
Tryna steal my time, I'll be sure to toe tag the heist
Stall on me, I'm shitting still
It's all on me, no sitting still
They call on me when shit is real
They call on me when shit is real
I don't want excuses or explanations for yo actions
17 shots but 1 up top, make way for fractions
Bouta go on vacation, after this trip I'm paper stackin'
Niggas tough on paper in real life they paper napkins

Verse 2 (Clay258)
I jumped in my bag
And it got bad for motherfuckеrs
Even at my last
Den gave my last to mothеrfuckers
I do not regret my past
No confessions
I ain’t usher
I ain’t no dancing motherfucker
Hoes be speaking bad
The bitches talking, I bet I ain’t touched em
I got bitches flying in on spirit
Niggas gotta rush ‘em
DET, no baggage claim
Dpd know that we good
Don’t even gotta run my plates
Bimbo’s on my bitch
Brembo’s on my breaks
I ordered nothing but the steak
The shrimp and rice must just come with plate
My bitch in Bathing Ape
And your bitch ain’t washed her face today
I still be down the way
I treat my city like its Ba Sing Se
Stone cold like Steve Austin say
You Cold Stone like the ice cream place
313 to France
So my whip be parked for 3/4 days
Rendezvous and escapades
Widebody coupes and Escalades
No gps to find the way
Good 3.5, no gpa
Im still 5 star, no GTA
My bitch get slammed like MMA
You mad, so you gone stalk my page
Y’all bitches think y’all niggas lame
Better tuck yo chain, when you with gang
I heard them bitches getting lost these ways