Sad

[Verse 1:]
Slide with it
Nowadays nigga gotta slide with it
We ain't on the same page, nigga this is nonfiction
This ain't no bench-press, can't spot niggas
You can't turn your back on your brodie
Run that shit up by my lonely
Bring that shit back to the family
I'm tryna see mama happy
Mm, look at mama, she can't believe it
All the goals that I'm achieving
Try to stop me, I leave em leaking
Bitch I'm buzzing lets keep the weed lit
Big pimpin, its macaroni
My last biddy wasn't for me
By my side I keep a trophy
Can't slide with the phonies

[Hook]
I put the work in, where the bag at, bag at?
I ain't going out sad
I bought Givenchy on my bag yeah, bag yeah
I ain't going out sad
Keep it rolling, keep sliding
Fam bam right behind me
In my bag you could find me, find me
I ain't going out sad
I ain't going out sad

[Verse 2:]
Fuck you thinking?
Got me fucked up likе "What was I drinking?"
Pack it up, ain't no leaching on me
If you acting up leavе that pussy on seen
You need to stop it
Being this toxic
You get left alone, now you mad you ain't got shit
Waiting by your phone for a nigga have you nauseous
Who's real and who's fraud? Be cautious
Gotta keep it moving, can't get cold feet
Gotta keep it rolling even if I'm on E
Feel like a nigga been waiting his whole life
Ain't nothing getting in the way, no lie
Sneaking on me, baby I ain't go trip
Pull up in a new ting, bet that pussy gon drip
Put you on to new tings, now you love how you feel
But it's fuck how you feel
Fuck how you feel bout a nigga
I'm on a wave and I'm surfing
Was down bad, I was hurting
You telling me you want a Birkin
But you don't wanna put the work in

[Hook]
I put the work in, where the bag at, bag at?
I ain't going out sad
I bought Givenchy on my bag yeah, bag yeah
I ain't going out sad
Keep it rolling, keep sliding
Fam bam right behind me
In my bag you could find me, find me
I ain't going out sad
I ain't going out sad