BRAG
Brag about a bitch, I can't do that (Talk)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got them' on mute, but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitches love to talk shit, but you know we don't conversate
Call my bitch Alexis, but we whipping an Escalade
Rolex on my left wrist, my diamonds dripping lemonade
Drop a hundred bands on a Wraith like a holiday (Woah)
Got some weight up on your shoulder, we can talk about it (Yeah)
Walk up to the ATM, I got a big allowance
Fake friends talkin' back and forth, I won't allow it
Nike check, no New Balance (Yeah, yeah)
Dripped out, love the way they look at me
Now I call her my bitch now (Bitch)
Aiming for the basket, bitch, I'm balling
Better back out, I be living lavish at the mansion
I'm a act out, 'cause I chase the pussy way too often
'Til I pass out (Way too often)
Brag about a bitch, I can't do that (Talk)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got them on mute, but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Brag about a bitch, I can't do that (Nah, talk)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Buh, yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack (You know what?)
Got them' on mute (Ay y)
but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, buh, buh)
I can't wife a ho if she can't take it for the team
Yeah, I had to take her phone, I can't end up on a screen
Everybody wanna rap into your beat and want a piece
I sit and recline with these cream colored seats
What I say? Put my dead homie on my change
No change, you gone end up dead for speaking on the gang
No space, boy, I'm running out of space for these faces
That's where all the fakes go, I'll put them in their places
I swear, hold up, I'm never there, wait
They try to catch me 'til they saw they pulling dead weight
I'm that way, you can pull up to the trash spot
You might see me and your shawty doin' bad things
A bad man, big bank, that's a bad thing
How can you blame me when I really never had things
If I told you I'm a do it, I'm a have it done eventually
But I don't care if you gone have a mad face, Mazizi
Brag about a bitch, I can't do that (Talk)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got them on mute, but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got them' on mute, but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitches love to talk shit, but you know we don't conversate
Call my bitch Alexis, but we whipping an Escalade
Rolex on my left wrist, my diamonds dripping lemonade
Drop a hundred bands on a Wraith like a holiday (Woah)
Got some weight up on your shoulder, we can talk about it (Yeah)
Walk up to the ATM, I got a big allowance
Fake friends talkin' back and forth, I won't allow it
Nike check, no New Balance (Yeah, yeah)
Dripped out, love the way they look at me
Now I call her my bitch now (Bitch)
Aiming for the basket, bitch, I'm balling
Better back out, I be living lavish at the mansion
I'm a act out, 'cause I chase the pussy way too often
'Til I pass out (Way too often)
Brag about a bitch, I can't do that (Talk)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got them on mute, but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Brag about a bitch, I can't do that (Nah, talk)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Buh, yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack (You know what?)
Got them' on mute (Ay y)
but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, buh, buh)
I can't wife a ho if she can't take it for the team
Yeah, I had to take her phone, I can't end up on a screen
Everybody wanna rap into your beat and want a piece
I sit and recline with these cream colored seats
What I say? Put my dead homie on my change
No change, you gone end up dead for speaking on the gang
No space, boy, I'm running out of space for these faces
That's where all the fakes go, I'll put them in their places
I swear, hold up, I'm never there, wait
They try to catch me 'til they saw they pulling dead weight
I'm that way, you can pull up to the trash spot
You might see me and your shawty doin' bad things
A bad man, big bank, that's a bad thing
How can you blame me when I really never had things
If I told you I'm a do it, I'm a have it done eventually
But I don't care if you gone have a mad face, Mazizi
Brag about a bitch, I can't do that (Talk)
In a cream seat recliner, I just sit back (Yeah)
Keep a couple stacks in my backpack
Got them on mute, but I keep saying "Fuck the chit chat" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Writer(s): Wack Zack
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