First Class (Freestyle)
I'm in my bag I'm in my bag
And I ain't hoppin out
They in the back they in the back
Shooters hoppin out red
I see in my eyes gon' be full of led
Heartbreak, something I just know i'll never feel again
She my first class, passenger pretty princess
New SIM card in the phone, we off the grid
I don't fuck with yall
Hoppin' off the PJ after a BJ man that shits amazing
Steppin' in my sprinter van, they take me to my foreign cars
Dreads hanging down, swangin' loud
Said I'm finer now
Seen so many bitches throw they pussy ion know how
Young nigga fresh as fuck Vlone to my toe now (yeah)
She see all this drip on me, she wanna be my ho now
Where was all this energy before?
A nigga asked you out and then your ass walked
Through the door
And now you mad that the last nigga you fuckin with
Was a dog
If I let you back in just know I'm finna Bark
And I really love my side bitch I take her to Maggiano's
Show her what the whip is like I cruise in forgiatto's (skrt)
Tryna tell my young nigga fuck bitches that's the motto
She a real expensive bitch, wanna date in Monte Carlo
Fuckin' with me you best believe it's sweet and sorrow
Like a Jack, I'm finna attack, call my bro for a gat to borrow
But it's cool
Cuz only real niggas rule (rule)
Only real niggas rule
I'm in my bag I'm in my bag
And I ain't hoppin out
They in the back they in the back
Shooters hoppin out red
I see in my eyes gon' be full of led
Heartbreak, something I just know i'll never feel again
Filet Mignon dishes, all bad bitches
In a circle
That shit got me on my toes start to maneuver like I'm Urkel
Herbal, only thing I tolerate is purple
Exotic strain on a plane flying turbo
Classy bitch, high heels on, she lookin' at me
Tryna leave her nigga took a flight out to Miami (bitch) (bitch)
In love with this rap shit but I don't really want a grammy (nah)
I just wanna put on and take care of my family (yeah)
I'm in my bag I'm in my bag
And I ain't hoppin out
They in the back they in the back
Shooters hoppin out red
I see in my eyes gon' be full of led
Heartbreak, something I just know i'll never feel again
I'm in my bag I'm in my bag
And I ain't hoppin out
They in the back they in the back
Shooters hoppin out red
I see in my eyes gon' be full of led
Heartbreak, something I just know i'll never feel again
And I ain't hoppin out
They in the back they in the back
Shooters hoppin out red
I see in my eyes gon' be full of led
Heartbreak, something I just know i'll never feel again
She my first class, passenger pretty princess
New SIM card in the phone, we off the grid
I don't fuck with yall
Hoppin' off the PJ after a BJ man that shits amazing
Steppin' in my sprinter van, they take me to my foreign cars
Dreads hanging down, swangin' loud
Said I'm finer now
Seen so many bitches throw they pussy ion know how
Young nigga fresh as fuck Vlone to my toe now (yeah)
She see all this drip on me, she wanna be my ho now
Where was all this energy before?
A nigga asked you out and then your ass walked
Through the door
And now you mad that the last nigga you fuckin with
Was a dog
If I let you back in just know I'm finna Bark
And I really love my side bitch I take her to Maggiano's
Show her what the whip is like I cruise in forgiatto's (skrt)
Tryna tell my young nigga fuck bitches that's the motto
She a real expensive bitch, wanna date in Monte Carlo
Fuckin' with me you best believe it's sweet and sorrow
Like a Jack, I'm finna attack, call my bro for a gat to borrow
But it's cool
Cuz only real niggas rule (rule)
Only real niggas rule
I'm in my bag I'm in my bag
And I ain't hoppin out
They in the back they in the back
Shooters hoppin out red
I see in my eyes gon' be full of led
Heartbreak, something I just know i'll never feel again
Filet Mignon dishes, all bad bitches
In a circle
That shit got me on my toes start to maneuver like I'm Urkel
Herbal, only thing I tolerate is purple
Exotic strain on a plane flying turbo
Classy bitch, high heels on, she lookin' at me
Tryna leave her nigga took a flight out to Miami (bitch) (bitch)
In love with this rap shit but I don't really want a grammy (nah)
I just wanna put on and take care of my family (yeah)
I'm in my bag I'm in my bag
And I ain't hoppin out
They in the back they in the back
Shooters hoppin out red
I see in my eyes gon' be full of led
Heartbreak, something I just know i'll never feel again
I'm in my bag I'm in my bag
And I ain't hoppin out
They in the back they in the back
Shooters hoppin out red
I see in my eyes gon' be full of led
Heartbreak, something I just know i'll never feel again
Credits
Writer(s): Dylin Brown
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