21 Bags

[Chorus]
Niggas thought they was about to get rid of me
Fuck whatever thrown, I'm never gon' lay down
Say I'm not the one, you gotta be kidding me
Fuck your lil' funds, I'm upping the pay now
Heard that lil' record, they don't know diddly
Let 'em join the wave and they in the way now
L-A-B-B on 'em, that's 'til infinity
Think they running game, well, I got a play now

[Verse 1]
21, I'm going savage
Twenty-one bags, no baggage
Look at me, team on fabric
Yeah, a bitch lost me, that's tragic
I had to up my status
Talking 'bout a mil', that's average
Parlayed all the hard days to the soireé with a Yonce
I need all lays for the bolognese, I got octance and they all blaze
If an opp came, then my arm raised, that's an opp laid, yeah, they all Nate
'Til I'm top paid, I am not paid, talking Kerry James in the hallways
Who the fuck is that plottin'?
Tell them motherfuckers they missed us
How you know the play when they plottin'?
'Cause the preparation makes no difference
Lot of losses when you make no pivot
Lot of offers, but you make no digits
Got a coffin when it break your spirit
Turn to bosses when you make no limits
Get a kick out the racks, so I booted up Benji
I blew enough back with a slew of 'em
Plaques, I am queuing 'em
Wack, got a crew of 'em, mack, how I'm choosing 'em
She think she know me, I told her my pseudonym
I'm in a different bag since you trippin'
I let 'em put time on my head, caught me slippin'
I told 'em that timing is dead, now it's clicking
I'm talking to Wack and I'm—
(Switch that shit up)

[Verse 2]
BeenDope offense, run like faucets, gon' bring fortunes, hold on
Clique need portions, y'all move cautious, Black my forces, hold on
(Switch that shit up)
Top tier authors been ain't on it, fuck your sources, hold on
You ain't with the fam, then so long
Man, fuck all the flossin'
'Cause this is a message for such and such
Thinking you low, but I know the moves
You lucky, I'm solid with mirrors and I'm not a nigga that care 'bout exposing you
So no need to be stressed out here
But no sticking your chest out here
You could watch all the moves, but you can't tell me none
'Cause you don't got the best ideas
What the fuck? Is he dumb?

[Chorus]
Niggas thought they was about to get rid of me
Fuck whatever thrown, I'm never gon' lay down
Say I'm not the one, you gotta be kidding me
Fuck your lil' funds, I'm upping the pay now
Heard that lil' record, they don't know diddly
Let 'em join the wave and they in the way now
L-A-B-B on 'em, that's 'til infinity
Think they running game, well, I got a play now