Lyrics: Xyled/narnia
Music: Xyled
Arranger: Xyled
Producer:Xyled
Mix & Mastering:Xyled
Don't steal my swag
I got 100 and my racks fill up a bag
My arrogance got me like mad
I got no tag i dont like tag
They are insecure, timid, and enjoy lickin' yeah
I put the collar around her neck , she be geeked and take off with me
They can all step on you and s be dirty
I got money world becoms hazy when i pop some candy
They're all the same, things become boring （become boring)
They're all copy cat , be cuz they're lazy （lazy to explore themselves）
you cant know me , u cant know my vibe
rather be in the corner than f with ya'll guys
you got your good , i got mine
They keep staring at me nevermind
Playing tricks on you, no reason needed
Poopin' on your head u trippin'
sry i rob ur b she kiss me
Make a request to me, please first recognize your own role
I hate it the most when they doubt me
also hate explainin' it the most
i need a pair of real eyes
cuz their eyes low
All my b got noble and milk and rich you guys like f free hoes ( free hoes)
CG was shoutin' some there, aint no CG paid s to
These CG want some smoke gets a kick but they are gumshoe
I'm satisfied now when I was 16 I dropped out of school
Too rich, But there's still a lot of s yeah I want to
Don't steal my swag
I got 100 and my racks fill up a bag
My arrogance got me like mad
I got no tag i dont like tag
They are insecure, timid, and enjoy lickin' yeah
I put the collar around her neck , she be geeked and take off with me
They can all step on you and s be dirty
I got money world becoms hazy when i pop some candy
They're all the same, things become boring （become boring)
They're all copy cat , be cuz they're lazy （lazy to explore themselves）
Boy you slack know I been pourin red uh uh
Shootin back lil bro just caught some lead uh uh
I been a lil sad yeah I need some bags when I feel insecure
Gas got me exhausted my drank juh went stale
Bae I juh want that thick ass
Big ass stick boy you see that
Pop that X I hear tictac
Ecstasy I'ma relapse
Momma said, “why you did that?”
I'm sorry I juh wanna hit back
Big money huh big racks
Huh I'm in the bag
We gon smoke them, smoke them
I don't give a damn, give a damn
Shootin back uh shootin back shootin back
Boolin wit my twin
And that lil ho juh be throatin yeah
When the beat speak to my soul
I'ma get my lil cup muddy yeah
I'm in the V check my outfit
Yeah my stick yeah full clip yeah
I'ma keep that i'ma tote that uh
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