Fries In Da Bag

[Intro]
(remi bandxz)
(9ensokyo spot is now!)

[Chorus: remilia bandxz]
Yeah, yeah
I'm in the trap, getting the pack through you
Put my fries in my bag, you don't got no racks, for real
Label was mad at me just 'cause I ain't tryna sign the deal
Boy, that is not yo' flag, aye
Boy, you ain't on nothin' with that strap, aye
Perkies that make me sad, yuh
I'm finna take yo' packs
I'm flooring, I can't sit (aye)
No, I could never lack (yuh)
I did it for the fam' (yuh)
I did it all for the gang
Yeah

[Verse: remilia bandxz]
Count it up, where was you at, bruh?
Don't got no trust, ten bands swing the pole
Blood in my cup, I'm having bloody cups
And I'm finna pull yo' block, yo' mans getting rolled, yeah
I do what I wanted and yo' block is hot, yeah
I be countin' them commas, Flan she gon' pull up, yeah
.223s don't start it, say yo' ass a fraud, yeah
Say hi to the Yamanba, I'm gon' get you gone

[Verse: suwakonem/suwako juggin]
I did it all for the bros, in the 9 selling out shows
I got Celine on my hat, Ricky all up on my toes
If a nigga try to run up, i got a Glock, I'ma send his ass home
Say that you was on our block, nigga put that on your moms
You gon' rat up in that room, nigga, you a Uncle Tom
Yeah, jugg a broke nigga, hold on
You ain't on shit, remi got ruler clips
We make a move then dip, we make a move then dip

[Chorus: remilia bandxz]
Yeah, yeah
I'm in the trap, getting the pack through you
Put my fries in my bag, you don't got no racks, for real
Label was mad at me just 'cause I ain't tryna sign the deal
Boy, that is not yo' flag, aye
Boy, you ain't on nothin' with that strap, aye
Perkies that make me sad, yuh
I'm finna take yo' packs
I'm flooring, I can't sit (aye)
No, I could never lack (yuh)
I did it for the fam' (yuh)
I did it all for the gang
Yeah

[Outro]
(9ensokyo)
(*glass shattering*)
(*police siren*)
(*radio chatter*)