BOOKBAG (Remix)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Grrrt

[Verse 1]
Niggas be talking that ra-ra
Until that big choppa make him do the cha-cha (Haan)
You niggas really better watch out
‘Cause when I pop out, them bullets, they gotcha (Bah)
These niggas singing like opera
So my big 40 gon’ bring ‘em some trauma (Trauma)
Neighborhood menace, I’m loving the drama
Bodies on bodies, I need a whole lotta (Whole lotta)

[Chorus]
Die today, I’m like who gon’ die today?
That lil nigga keep on dissing, you know Imma fire away (Grrt)
Yeah, this choppa got a scope
We shooting shit from blocks away
Up in town, we walked him down
His momma gon cry today, uh
Die today, I’m like who gon’ die today?
That lil nigga keep on dissing, you know Imma fire away (Grrt)
Yeah, this choppa got a scope
We shooting shit from blocks away
Up in town, we walked him down
His momma gon cry today, uh

[Verse 2]
What’s cracking?
Oh no, fuck that, what’s happening?
This Glock on my waist finna blast ‘em (Uh-huh)
I been itching to shoot, I was fasting (Ba-boom)
Already told you he ain’t lasting (Nah)
He looking for breath, he gasping
That nigga a bitch, he acting
I tried to tell boul I ain’t rapping, haan
You know? You already know how it go
I been doing this shit, I’m a pro
I ain’t never gotta put on a show (Nah)
Everyday, I’m looking to score (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I keep the Glock in my drawer (Uh-huh)
He told me, he want all the smoke
So boul got shot at the door, oh

[Chorus]
Die today, I’m like who gon’ die today?
That lil nigga keep on dissing, you know Imma fire away (Grrt)
Yeah, this choppa got a scope
We shooting shit from blocks away
Up in town, we walked him down
His momma gon cry today, uh
Die today, I’m like who gon’ die today?
That lil nigga keep on dissing, you know Imma fire away (Grrt)
Yeah, this choppa got a scope
We shooting shit from blocks away
Up in town, we walked him down
His momma gon cry today, uh

[Verse 3]
Die today
That lil boy gon’ die today
We gon’ find out where he stay
Like Febreeze, yeah, we gon spray (Grrt)
Yeah, we spinning and spinning and bending and bending
Fuck what you heard, this beef never ending
Nigga an opp, I don’t want him living
Hop out the whip like
You spot ‘em, let’s get ‘em (Let’s get ‘em)
Haan, let’s get ‘em (Haan)
You know my niggas, they with it (They with it)
Big .45 gonna hit ‘em
If you think not, then you trippin’ (You trippin’)
All of my demons on missions (On missions)
Yeah, we addicted to killing (Grrt)
So do not ask who did it (Nah)
‘Cause bitch, Ion know, I ain’t snitching

[Outro]
Nah
Nah, nah
Nah, uh, uh
Nah, nah
Huh, huh
Nah, nah
Huh, huh
Dickhead