GTFO

[Chorus]
Yeah I'm worried about my bag, about my pace
Stacking up my chips, I ain’t talking 'bout no Lays
If you ain't down to ride then get the fuck up out my way
If he talkin’, put his body on display
Yeah I'm worried about my bag, about my pain
Chopper make him dance, he don't even do ballet
If you ain't down to ride then get the fuck up out my way
If I run up, chopper you like a buffet

[Verse 1]
They used to hate, now I'm up, they wanna be my friend
Yeah he think this shit a game, he think this shit's pretend
Feel like a snap, I weigh [?] I'm aiming for your fucking head
Beef on keyboards, I'ma show you a real fucking text
She all up on me ’cause she know that I’m next, yeah
Worried 'bout my bands, mama stay on the check
Forgot your man, [?] yeah I’m onto the next
And I'm bouta be on top, I hope you comprehend

[Chorus]
Yeah I'm worried about my bag, about my pace
Stacking up my chips, I ain't talking ’bout no Lays
If you ain't down to ride then get the fuck up out my way
If he talkin', put his body on display
Yeah I'm worried about my bag, about my pain
Chopper make him dance, he don't even do ballet
If you ain't down to ride then get the fuck up out my way
If I run up, chopper you like a buffet

[Verse 2]
Posted up with [?] in the backrooms
Said I wouldn't be shit, in two months I fucking passed you
Just watch your bitch, she suckin' on me like a vacuum
She said she loved me 'cause I showed her what the racks do

I never cared about your opinion
Worry about me, bro mind your business
Yeah, your man just sucked my dick and then you kissed him
I've been serving fiends, I push 'em like a piston

[Chorus]
Yeah I'm worried about my bag, about my pace
Stacking up my chips, I ain't talking 'bout no Lays
If you ain't down to ride then get the fuck up out my way
If he talkin', put his body on display
Yeah I'm worried about my bag, about my pain
Chopper make him dance, he don't even do ballet
If you ain't down to ride then get the fuck up out my way
If I run up, chopper you like a buffet