bag

[Intro: croft]
(Hi, yuke!)
I got slits on my wrists (Damnit)
I won't cuff no bitch, nah (Damnit)
I'll really send shots at yo' shit (Nigga, get gone)
Nigga, I really—, nigga, I—
Nigga, I really get a bag
(Hi, yuke!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm 'bouta fuck—, I'm 'bouta fuck—
I'm— (Damnit)

[Verse 1: croft]
I'm 'bouta fuck yo' bitch
I got slits on my wrists (Damnit)
I won't cuff no bitch, nah (Damnit)
I'll really send shots at yo' shit (Nigga, get gone)
Nigga, I really—, nigga, I— (You have no heart!)
Nigga, I really get a bag (No)
That's why my ex-bitch sad (Yeah)
Sad—, (Yeah) sad— (Yeah)
That's why her new nigga mad (Mad)
All I do is get the checks (Get a bag)
I'm usin' yo' bitch for the sex (I'm Flash)
​croft and spkyy goin' next (Yeah)
I take yo' bitch—, (Blood) I take yo'— (Bloodbath)
I take yo' bitch and I flex (Yeah)
All I do is sext my checks (Yeah)
Gettin' checks, it's the best (Nah)
Love it when she say I'm next (Say I'm next)
Trippin', boy, you not a threat (Nah)
Really send shots at your neck, yeah
Really drag you for your rent, yeah
Yo' bitch—

Yeah
Yeah-yeah, I'm sendin' shots, I got ammo
Yeah-yeah
Yeah, I'm sendin' shots, I got ammo
Walk to the trap, to the bando
Put down the gun, I be chewin' my hands off
Find this ho her—, find this ho her—
Find this—, find this— (You have no heart!)
Find this ho her Fendi, yeah
All this lean gon' fill me up (You have no heart!)
M-my bitch sippin' on syrup, yeah
Drugs in my body, gon' heal ya (You have no heart!)
I can't love this—, I can't love this— (You have no heart!)
I can't—, I can't—, I can't—
I can't love this ho
Yeah, I stack my racks to flex, yuh
Keep that big switch on my belt
Yeah-yeah, croft and affection go shootin' shit up
Yeah, why my heart so cold?
Yeah, I only seen [?] at school
Yeah, she said that she givin' her all
All this lean, feel like I'ma fall (You have no heart!)

[Outro]
(You have— you have no heart!)