Duffle Talk

Bitch

You know them boys ain't look out for me when I fell
But now I'm good, stackin' bread, it's been going stale
You ain't tryna suck it, go to Hell
Ain't flashin' money, bitch, this ain't no show and tell
I just keep it to myself
We going primetime
All night, my bitch ordered bonbons
I can make your dreams come to life, you say you're all mine
Ok, we get the cream but he get iced if he a small fry
Serve it to your door and you get smoked if you a fall guy
I ain't got no service, I been tryna catch this call
I'm somewhere in the mountains but I'm tryna reach my dawg
But for now I'm chillin' out, I got some dodi in my palm
And by the time that bitch was out he called wit' cash, now it's on

I ain't trippin' 'bout the past
I'ma get inside my bag
I ain't trippin' 'bout the past
I'ma get inside my bag
Get inside my bag

Bitch, my duffle bag loaded
With pints of that potion
This Trench Drip and this thick bitch keep me cozy
Like Tony, that red kick flip through the soda
No coney, we tried the shellfish by the ocean
Who that talking shit, I walk 'em down by my lonely
Now he don't exist 'cuz he nosey
Niggas come around with lame ass drip like the police
Watching from them fake pages, niggas tryna troll me
I'm having fun with this shit
I might just come full kit
We rolling Runtz off the rip
I need a lung for this shit
I gave a ton, now I'm sick
It got me stuck, feeling tense
I'm feeling like this whole time you bluff your intents
But if I don't go the whole 9, you bitch and get pissed
Well, I guess you gone be mad while niggas busy gettin' rich

I ain't trippin' 'bout the past
I'ma get inside my bag
I ain't trippin' 'bout the past
I'ma get inside my bag
Get inside my bag



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Writer(s): Cahvon Campbell
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