BAGATHON
Rell make the beat drop
I just poured a whole nother sprite I dont re rock
900 for my shoes these aint reeboks
My bitch oh so pretty she got her feet out
Feeling like fredo
Riding with the savage squad
All we do is trap, trap, trap, this a trapathon
I cant even read what my bitch sent me paragraph to long
She cant even walk I dont hit her from the back to long
Imma take this weed back to bro cause it aint that strong
Bitch you bet not dear shake that ass if aint my song
I remember gettin head on the first camera phone
Juggin tryna wait on 6:30 til the traffic gone
Rich nigga wearing all this ice with these khakis on
Got too many phones feds sick they cant tap me doe
You better be tryna buy a brick if you tap me doe
Somebody gon come and bust yo shit if you rap me doe
Nigga
Rell bring the beat back
Heard he got his shit snatched
He cant get his bitch back
Track hawk sound like a monster gave her whiplash
Quick splash when I dip fast yea im him baby
Act-a-vis where have you been baby
Fs on the Ns baby
Fs on the rims baby
These some old yeezy boots not no timbs baby
Got on all Vlone but I dont got no friends baby
I dont got no friends baby
Feelin like Fedex
Riding with the package on
All I chase is bags, bags, bags this a bagathon
We'll toe tag, tag, this a toe tagathon
My bitch brought a bad bitch with her she a tag a long
Came with a 8 in my louis luggage carry on
He say he ain't in no paper work but he cappin tho
Bitch asked me am I in the mafia what you asking fo
Nigga aint even squeeze when he slid what you rode pass me fo
Nigga aint even got no real pape what you rappin fo
My bitch mink drag the flo
Emillio Pucci you ain't had before
If I aint had a bag I wouldnt even be rapping
Take a P give me stamina
She a freak on the camera
(On the camera)
She want me to skeet on the mattress
Her pussy doing backflips
She look like a actress
I just got some fire head in my 7 raptors
She wont never catch me wit no cheese cause I stashed it
Track hawk sound like a airplane just flew pass her
Her girls like to call me michael meyers cause I stab her
We fuck at the 'partment but I sleep in a mansion
Purple tris you are my friend baby
More on the Ms baby less on the friends baby
You let a nigga fuck that was the end baby
I cant be no ham baby
Rell make the beat stop
We just drunk like 3 pops
Think we need to detox
I just poured a whole nother sprite I dont re rock
900 for my shoes these aint reeboks
My bitch oh so pretty she got her feet out
Feeling like fredo
Riding with the savage squad
All we do is trap, trap, trap, this a trapathon
I cant even read what my bitch sent me paragraph to long
She cant even walk I dont hit her from the back to long
Imma take this weed back to bro cause it aint that strong
Bitch you bet not dear shake that ass if aint my song
I remember gettin head on the first camera phone
Juggin tryna wait on 6:30 til the traffic gone
Rich nigga wearing all this ice with these khakis on
Got too many phones feds sick they cant tap me doe
You better be tryna buy a brick if you tap me doe
Somebody gon come and bust yo shit if you rap me doe
Nigga
Rell bring the beat back
Heard he got his shit snatched
He cant get his bitch back
Track hawk sound like a monster gave her whiplash
Quick splash when I dip fast yea im him baby
Act-a-vis where have you been baby
Fs on the Ns baby
Fs on the rims baby
These some old yeezy boots not no timbs baby
Got on all Vlone but I dont got no friends baby
I dont got no friends baby
Feelin like Fedex
Riding with the package on
All I chase is bags, bags, bags this a bagathon
We'll toe tag, tag, this a toe tagathon
My bitch brought a bad bitch with her she a tag a long
Came with a 8 in my louis luggage carry on
He say he ain't in no paper work but he cappin tho
Bitch asked me am I in the mafia what you asking fo
Nigga aint even squeeze when he slid what you rode pass me fo
Nigga aint even got no real pape what you rappin fo
My bitch mink drag the flo
Emillio Pucci you ain't had before
If I aint had a bag I wouldnt even be rapping
Take a P give me stamina
She a freak on the camera
(On the camera)
She want me to skeet on the mattress
Her pussy doing backflips
She look like a actress
I just got some fire head in my 7 raptors
She wont never catch me wit no cheese cause I stashed it
Track hawk sound like a airplane just flew pass her
Her girls like to call me michael meyers cause I stab her
We fuck at the 'partment but I sleep in a mansion
Purple tris you are my friend baby
More on the Ms baby less on the friends baby
You let a nigga fuck that was the end baby
I cant be no ham baby
Rell make the beat stop
We just drunk like 3 pops
Think we need to detox
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Writer(s): Rell On The Track, Tyrell Isaiah Humphrey
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