Book Bag

[Intro]
ARP came with a book bag, it gon' catch these shells, I hit your Taco Bell
Nigga, what you want? I said, "Nigga, what you need?"
I got molly, I got Xans, I got lean, I got weed
This a promo for my trap, nigga, I got all the gas
If it's money on his head, we gon' pull up, get the bag
Talking on the net, yeah, that's his ass
Dropped out of school, I ain't fuck with class
But I got all the hoes, I was getting the ass
He call my music ass, I don't care, I'm in the trap
And I'm slumped off the drank, I might take a nap
Running around with that, he got head tapped
Put some holes in his car, he called AutoZone
Please don't slide to my block, this shit a red zone
Bitch, I'm smoking out them loose leaf, I don't fuck with thеm cones
And I'm driving fast as Hell, yeah, I'm hitting traffic conеs
Bitch, we ten deep in that V in [?] zone
Shooting out the window, yeah, we hitting leg bones
Balenciaga, bitch, I'm stepping big as fuck
I feel like Damian Lillard, cut him off for the bucks
He was talking crazy, now his momma see him in a tux
Feel like Chief Keef, yeah, I'm going wild, nuts
Got this bitch tripping, but she still gon' let me fuck
I think she work with twelve, why the fuck she trying to cuff?
Momma mad as Hell, she said, "Why the fuck you cuss?"
Momma mad as Hell, she said, "Nino, kick that cup"
She said, "Kilo, kick that cup", I said, "Shit, sorry"