Manifesting Bags (feat. Lene & Quado B)
Late night grinding
Wondering where the time went
Manifesting bags 'nigga
That's how all my time spent
Rough around the edges like a rock rock
So many blessings I done dropped dropped
But I had to pick 'em up and make due
I want a 'rolli bust down that's the truth
With a stupid pinky ring and a coupe
With my hand wrapped around the wood grain
Do a donut leave a stain
Chop off the top no brains
Look
Same fucking dudes
Y'all make the same fucking moves
I can tell you ain't yourself
What the fuck you 'tryna prove
It's no face then no case
You wear a mask to hide the truth
I don't care how much money you got
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah
I don't fuck with you (hell nah)
I don't fuck with you
Bad 'lil queen she got her ass up
And she got her 'locs down
You know I had to grab 'em
The smell of Shea Moisture
Turn a good young 'nigga to a savage
I beat that yoni up and meditate right after
Praying for better days (Ase)
I'm 'tryna stay away (stay away)
It took my breathe away (breathe)
My heart in my chest it stayed
Now its time to elevate (man pipe up on these folks Quado)
They all on my IG they don't 'wanna page me
Why the hell they hit my beeper
They say that it's all love
They don't even call us
They don't even hit my phone on speaker
I'm at my aunts house smoking weed on Beecher
Pain running deep and it only get deeper
Bad attitude I can take her to the meter
And I got a bitch who work at peaches
I ain't 'tryna leave her
So I show love
Only option is to go up
'Niggas just mad 'cuz I blowed up
I was sick of these 'niggas so I 'throwed up
'Niggas hated on me when I 'growed up
'Nigga had my gun when I showed up
My 'patna standing outside with a low cut
He don't give no fucks
He can't wait on you to show up
AMG Benz in my sister name
Pray to god my 'bro ain't 'gotta kill again
I been really bringing all my feelings in
Take em off so we don't
Same fucking dudes
Y'all make the same fucking moves
I can tell you ain't yourself
What the fuck you 'tryna prove
It's no face then no case
You wear a mask to hide the truth
I don't care how much money you got
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (hell nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (hell nah)
I don't fuck with you
Wondering where the time went
Manifesting bags 'nigga
That's how all my time spent
Rough around the edges like a rock rock
So many blessings I done dropped dropped
But I had to pick 'em up and make due
I want a 'rolli bust down that's the truth
With a stupid pinky ring and a coupe
With my hand wrapped around the wood grain
Do a donut leave a stain
Chop off the top no brains
Look
Same fucking dudes
Y'all make the same fucking moves
I can tell you ain't yourself
What the fuck you 'tryna prove
It's no face then no case
You wear a mask to hide the truth
I don't care how much money you got
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah
I don't fuck with you (hell nah)
I don't fuck with you
Bad 'lil queen she got her ass up
And she got her 'locs down
You know I had to grab 'em
The smell of Shea Moisture
Turn a good young 'nigga to a savage
I beat that yoni up and meditate right after
Praying for better days (Ase)
I'm 'tryna stay away (stay away)
It took my breathe away (breathe)
My heart in my chest it stayed
Now its time to elevate (man pipe up on these folks Quado)
They all on my IG they don't 'wanna page me
Why the hell they hit my beeper
They say that it's all love
They don't even call us
They don't even hit my phone on speaker
I'm at my aunts house smoking weed on Beecher
Pain running deep and it only get deeper
Bad attitude I can take her to the meter
And I got a bitch who work at peaches
I ain't 'tryna leave her
So I show love
Only option is to go up
'Niggas just mad 'cuz I blowed up
I was sick of these 'niggas so I 'throwed up
'Niggas hated on me when I 'growed up
'Nigga had my gun when I showed up
My 'patna standing outside with a low cut
He don't give no fucks
He can't wait on you to show up
AMG Benz in my sister name
Pray to god my 'bro ain't 'gotta kill again
I been really bringing all my feelings in
Take em off so we don't
Same fucking dudes
Y'all make the same fucking moves
I can tell you ain't yourself
What the fuck you 'tryna prove
It's no face then no case
You wear a mask to hide the truth
I don't care how much money you got
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (hell nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (nah)
I don't fuck with you (hell nah)
I don't fuck with you
Credits
Writer(s): Wanquado Brown
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