No Manners
JD on the beat doin' damage (Damage)
What your bag 'bout?
Tell me what your cash 'bout, yeah
Tell me what your bag 'bout
So show me what your bag 'bout
So nigga tell me what your bag 'bout, what your cash 'bout
Made my way up out the traphouse, got a bag now
Stack it up until it fall down, yeah we on now
Shawty knowin' I'm a star now, finna ball now
Treat these hoes with no manners
Rockin' designer, I ain't talkin' no Panda
Bands up, they took my bro to the slammer
Huggin' the block, he got caught with the hammer
JD on the beat doin' damage
Fam shit, bitches on my line no I can't stand it
Damage, skrt off like a bandit
Niggas talkin' down, they can't stand the drip
Yeah I'm up now
I can't wait 'til my cousin break touch down
Niggas hatin' now they want say 'sup now
All thеse hatin', they wanna say 'sup now
Niggas talk down but they don't want no smokе
Beefin' with me, guarantee you gon' fold
Big body coupe it'll take any ho
My neck on froze, frozen no snow
So nigga tell me what your bag 'bout, what your cash 'bout
Made my way up out the traphouse, got a bag now
Stack it up until it fall down, yeah we on now
Shawty knowin' I'm a star now, finna ball now
Treat these hoes with no manners
Rockin' designer, I ain't talkin' no Panda
Bands up, they took my bro to the slammer
Huggin' the block, he got caught with the hammer
What your bag 'bout?
Tell me what your cash 'bout, yeah
Tell me what your bag 'bout
So show me what your bag 'bout
So nigga tell me what your bag 'bout, what your cash 'bout
Made my way up out the traphouse, got a bag now
Stack it up until it fall down, yeah we on now
Shawty knowin' I'm a star now, finna ball now
Treat these hoes with no manners
Rockin' designer, I ain't talkin' no Panda
Bands up, they took my bro to the slammer
Huggin' the block, he got caught with the hammer
JD on the beat doin' damage
Fam shit, bitches on my line no I can't stand it
Damage, skrt off like a bandit
Niggas talkin' down, they can't stand the drip
Yeah I'm up now
I can't wait 'til my cousin break touch down
Niggas hatin' now they want say 'sup now
All thеse hatin', they wanna say 'sup now
Niggas talk down but they don't want no smokе
Beefin' with me, guarantee you gon' fold
Big body coupe it'll take any ho
My neck on froze, frozen no snow
So nigga tell me what your bag 'bout, what your cash 'bout
Made my way up out the traphouse, got a bag now
Stack it up until it fall down, yeah we on now
Shawty knowin' I'm a star now, finna ball now
Treat these hoes with no manners
Rockin' designer, I ain't talkin' no Panda
Bands up, they took my bro to the slammer
Huggin' the block, he got caught with the hammer
Credits
Writer(s): Jae, Juan Carlos Quinonez
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