Notifications
Send me the notification
Ciroc to the head never chase it
She fuck with that Henny and white wine
She like to get high like a spaceship
She fucking with Blvck so she Blvck now
Said she tryna take dick from the back wow
Told me she could handle the backshots
But she asking Blvck for a hand now
Said if you need a hand here's a handout
Beat the pussy up I make it tap out
Billion dollar dick baby I stand out
Know a nigga stay ready to lash out
Bitch I know that you thought you could act up
So you tried it now I have to act out
Said you want me to tell you 'bout bag talk
Tell you once now you know what this bag bout
And I guess that I'm in my bag now
Used to be hooping but I guess I rap now
I'm almost fluent in four different dialects
Only speak numbers and facts now
Niggas don't live what they rap bout
Can't blame, they just taking the fast route
She putting a front sayin' that I'm the one
I'm only here to blow backs out
Lately been working so much that I ain't got time to be watching my figure
I'm too busy keeping watch of my figures
Make her hit high notes but she not a singer
Fucking with me 'cause my hair look like Digga
She ain't got ass then I wouldn't dig her
21 poppin' off this shit's bout' to get bigger, look
Send me the notification
You can call me The Kyd no relation
Always asking me where the fuck I'm at
Baby girl the 15's where I'm stationed
Like a bad doctor been losing my patience
Just tell me the price do not say shit
I want it I get it pay cash or pay debit
The bag's only thing that I'm chasing
If it's only bags that I chase
Fuck a bitch 'less a bitch give me face
Fuck a bitch 'less a bitch give me top
If she not tryna top it she's not tryna stay
Told you once only talk about bag talk
I turn words into actions that's bag walk
I turn words into shit that I be bitch
I stay in the streets like I came from the asphalt
That boy a bitch, that's his dad's fault
Baby Blvck bitch you better not back talk
I be that nigga who live what he rap about
Nigga was born with his mask off
In the booth with The Kyd finna blast off
We turn lyrics to gold 'till we can't talk
We turn lyrics to money
When we see that notification we know that it's bag talk
Ciroc to the head never chase it
She fuck with that Henny and white wine
She like to get high like a spaceship
She fucking with Blvck so she Blvck now
Said she tryna take dick from the back wow
Told me she could handle the backshots
But she asking Blvck for a hand now
Said if you need a hand here's a handout
Beat the pussy up I make it tap out
Billion dollar dick baby I stand out
Know a nigga stay ready to lash out
Bitch I know that you thought you could act up
So you tried it now I have to act out
Said you want me to tell you 'bout bag talk
Tell you once now you know what this bag bout
And I guess that I'm in my bag now
Used to be hooping but I guess I rap now
I'm almost fluent in four different dialects
Only speak numbers and facts now
Niggas don't live what they rap bout
Can't blame, they just taking the fast route
She putting a front sayin' that I'm the one
I'm only here to blow backs out
Lately been working so much that I ain't got time to be watching my figure
I'm too busy keeping watch of my figures
Make her hit high notes but she not a singer
Fucking with me 'cause my hair look like Digga
She ain't got ass then I wouldn't dig her
21 poppin' off this shit's bout' to get bigger, look
Send me the notification
You can call me The Kyd no relation
Always asking me where the fuck I'm at
Baby girl the 15's where I'm stationed
Like a bad doctor been losing my patience
Just tell me the price do not say shit
I want it I get it pay cash or pay debit
The bag's only thing that I'm chasing
If it's only bags that I chase
Fuck a bitch 'less a bitch give me face
Fuck a bitch 'less a bitch give me top
If she not tryna top it she's not tryna stay
Told you once only talk about bag talk
I turn words into actions that's bag walk
I turn words into shit that I be bitch
I stay in the streets like I came from the asphalt
That boy a bitch, that's his dad's fault
Baby Blvck bitch you better not back talk
I be that nigga who live what he rap about
Nigga was born with his mask off
In the booth with The Kyd finna blast off
We turn lyrics to gold 'till we can't talk
We turn lyrics to money
When we see that notification we know that it's bag talk
Credits
Writer(s): Oluwatoni Asaboro
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