2 Heartless Intro
I'm in my bag
Niggas can't fit in my bag
I'm on they ass hell yea I'm on they ass
Truth be told I always had the gift of gab
Check they DNA I bet they dripping wit my swag
Found a plug then baked them
Hell yeah we hit his stash
Told lil Zo to alley-oop them
And split the cash
Baby call me daddy
Now her baby daddy mad
She a shop-acholic she be like forget the tags
Niggas is talk-acholic
Social whores that live in drag
Opps funny as hell but uh
I forget to laugh
More money more problems
Guess it means a bigger mag
Speaking subluminals
Net time don't forget the tags
Yea next time don't forget to tag
So much clear around me they gone name me Mr. Glass
Nigga in his feelings cause I serve him with the strap
Million dollar cash race bitch we running laps
Qiagen fucked my stomach up
I had to send it back
Put them in a trick bag woke up to the men in black
All that back and forth shit
You know we ain't into that
Overdose on bars
Fuck you mean it's a rap
Yeah that's on me it's a wrap
Big timer 400 degrees in the trap
Heavy on the structure fuck you mean it's a fact
We don't do no loafing hoe be easy relax
Yeah this shits too easy I'm lax
We don't feel no pressure turn your team to a pack
Big timer 400 degrees in the trap
Niggas can't fit in my bag
I'm on they ass hell yea I'm on they ass
Truth be told I always had the gift of gab
Check they DNA I bet they dripping wit my swag
Found a plug then baked them
Hell yeah we hit his stash
Told lil Zo to alley-oop them
And split the cash
Baby call me daddy
Now her baby daddy mad
She a shop-acholic she be like forget the tags
Niggas is talk-acholic
Social whores that live in drag
Opps funny as hell but uh
I forget to laugh
More money more problems
Guess it means a bigger mag
Speaking subluminals
Net time don't forget the tags
Yea next time don't forget to tag
So much clear around me they gone name me Mr. Glass
Nigga in his feelings cause I serve him with the strap
Million dollar cash race bitch we running laps
Qiagen fucked my stomach up
I had to send it back
Put them in a trick bag woke up to the men in black
All that back and forth shit
You know we ain't into that
Overdose on bars
Fuck you mean it's a rap
Yeah that's on me it's a wrap
Big timer 400 degrees in the trap
Heavy on the structure fuck you mean it's a fact
We don't do no loafing hoe be easy relax
Yeah this shits too easy I'm lax
We don't feel no pressure turn your team to a pack
Big timer 400 degrees in the trap
Credits
Writer(s): Je'juan Bradshaw
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