Music: Aiden Latte
[Hook:]
I gotta get a bag, gotta get a check, gotta run it up
That boy he wanted smoke, pull up like a rope, step on him like a butt
He talking on my name, but that boy he lame, put him in the dust
Told that boy to grow a pair, we run up like some stairs, this choppa gon' bust
[Verse:]
This choppa gon' bus(t) like transit, damage
When I'm on your block do damage
I feel like a paraplegic when y'all talkin, I can't stand it
Nah, I can't manage, can it, yuh
They really tryna jack son's/Jackson style like Janet
Big drum on the gun but you know it never jamming
I told that boy to watch his mouth like damn it
I told that boy to open up his pockets, he ran it
He ran it like a marathon, huh
Way that I been balding/ballin' like my hair gone, ay Π΅
Stacking money up in fair amounts, huh
I be at the top, I'm at thΠ΅ paramount, aye
Yeah, the bag is all I care about, gotta get it
Cuz my crew next (crewnecks) I cop a pullover like I just got a ticket
Keep a stick, rolling stones, yea I'm rockin' with it
Had to drop a lil' paper on the whip like a parking ticket
Snappin on the track like I broke a bone on a train
He thought he was better, I told that boy he a lame
Rappin fast like I'm an impala but I'm not tame
Like a police officer wallet I gotta cop chains/change
Power ranger bands, it comin in different colors
I could never have beef cuz y'all suck like udders
Tryna pick/pic on me, so I shot him just like a shutter
Who better than? It's evident that there is no other
[Hook:]
I gotta get a bag, gotta get a check, gotta run it up
That boy he wanted smoke, pull up like a rope, step on him like a butt
He talking on my name, but that boy he lame, put him in the dust
Told that boy to grow a pair, we run up like some stairs, this choppa gon' bust