Bag Different
I want Gucci on my toes and I want Louis on my shirt
Shawty please don't fall in love 'cause if your heart break it gon' hurt
Yeah, I came straight from the mud so you know I put in work
Shawty didn't like my songs and now she dancing to the beat
No, she can't forget my words, shawty got me on repeat
Shawty didn't like my songs and now she dancing to the beat
No, she can't forget my words, shawty got me on repeat
I was the nigga I'm, chilling in two's
And they had the cups, they pulled up with four
They wasn't with me, they wasn't rocking with niggas
They wasn't all rocking before
I had to really go turn up for niggas
That's hating on me, now they asking for more
They wasn't with me, and now they want features
And now all these haters they knock at my door
These niggas ain't working, they can't take my bitch
My bitch is curving, swerving
Bitch, I shoot my shot like Kyrie Irving
Back in the day if you really had beef with a nigga
Then you could go meet with a nigga
Shoutout to Quin, I know how you feel lil' bro
'Cause now they wanna eat with a nigga
Hopped in my bag, I had to go get it
But this shit is different than how it should be
All these haters, they wanna copy a nigga
But none of them fucking with me
One day, I'll be king of the melodies
Bad bitches, you should see what they sending me
She ain't want me now, she wanna get next to me
Niggas be faking, they just want my recipe
I want designer, Gucci and Louis
I'm with a bitch, she bad a boujee
Niggas be shooting like Call of Duty
Got no friends, no I'm just like Uzi
I want an iced out wrist watch
I fucked your girl in my flip flops
Oh you mad, get yo shit popped
I'm up next in Hip-Hop
I came straight from nothing lil' nigga so ain't no way I could stop
Niggas wanna be like me
But there's something in the way like a goddamn roadblock
Nigga don't try to diss me
'Cause if you talk shit, I'ma make the show stop
Niggas stay tryna catch up to me but they wasting all that Tik-Tok
I was the nigga, I'm chilling in two's
And they had the cups, they pulled up with four
They wasn't with me, they wasn't rocking with niggas
They wasn't all rocking before
I had to really go turn up for niggas
That's hating on me, now they asking for more
They wasn't with me, and now they want features
And now all these haters they knock at my door
These niggas ain't working, they can't take my bitch
My bitch is curving, swerving
Bitch, I shoot my shot like Kyrie Irving
Back in the day if you really had beef with a nigga
Then you could go meet with a nigga
Shoutout to Quin, I know how you feel lil' bro
'Cause now they wanna eat with a nigga
Hopped in my bag, I had to go get it
But this shit is different than how it should be
All these haters, they wanna copy a nigga
But none of them fucking with me
One day, I'll be king of the melodies
Bad bitches, you should see what they sending me
She ain't want me now, she wanna get next to me
Niggas be faking, they just want my recipe
Hopped in my bag, I had to go get it
But this shit is different than how it should be
All these haters, they wanna copy a nigga
But none of them fucking with me
Shawty please don't fall in love 'cause if your heart break it gon' hurt
Yeah, I came straight from the mud so you know I put in work
Shawty didn't like my songs and now she dancing to the beat
No, she can't forget my words, shawty got me on repeat
Shawty didn't like my songs and now she dancing to the beat
No, she can't forget my words, shawty got me on repeat
I was the nigga I'm, chilling in two's
And they had the cups, they pulled up with four
They wasn't with me, they wasn't rocking with niggas
They wasn't all rocking before
I had to really go turn up for niggas
That's hating on me, now they asking for more
They wasn't with me, and now they want features
And now all these haters they knock at my door
These niggas ain't working, they can't take my bitch
My bitch is curving, swerving
Bitch, I shoot my shot like Kyrie Irving
Back in the day if you really had beef with a nigga
Then you could go meet with a nigga
Shoutout to Quin, I know how you feel lil' bro
'Cause now they wanna eat with a nigga
Hopped in my bag, I had to go get it
But this shit is different than how it should be
All these haters, they wanna copy a nigga
But none of them fucking with me
One day, I'll be king of the melodies
Bad bitches, you should see what they sending me
She ain't want me now, she wanna get next to me
Niggas be faking, they just want my recipe
I want designer, Gucci and Louis
I'm with a bitch, she bad a boujee
Niggas be shooting like Call of Duty
Got no friends, no I'm just like Uzi
I want an iced out wrist watch
I fucked your girl in my flip flops
Oh you mad, get yo shit popped
I'm up next in Hip-Hop
I came straight from nothing lil' nigga so ain't no way I could stop
Niggas wanna be like me
But there's something in the way like a goddamn roadblock
Nigga don't try to diss me
'Cause if you talk shit, I'ma make the show stop
Niggas stay tryna catch up to me but they wasting all that Tik-Tok
I was the nigga, I'm chilling in two's
And they had the cups, they pulled up with four
They wasn't with me, they wasn't rocking with niggas
They wasn't all rocking before
I had to really go turn up for niggas
That's hating on me, now they asking for more
They wasn't with me, and now they want features
And now all these haters they knock at my door
These niggas ain't working, they can't take my bitch
My bitch is curving, swerving
Bitch, I shoot my shot like Kyrie Irving
Back in the day if you really had beef with a nigga
Then you could go meet with a nigga
Shoutout to Quin, I know how you feel lil' bro
'Cause now they wanna eat with a nigga
Hopped in my bag, I had to go get it
But this shit is different than how it should be
All these haters, they wanna copy a nigga
But none of them fucking with me
One day, I'll be king of the melodies
Bad bitches, you should see what they sending me
She ain't want me now, she wanna get next to me
Niggas be faking, they just want my recipe
Hopped in my bag, I had to go get it
But this shit is different than how it should be
All these haters, they wanna copy a nigga
But none of them fucking with me
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Loftin, Donovan Hardie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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