BookBag Freestyle Lyrics

Junior year niggas got kicked outta school

Start hanging with apes and the feens and Gorillas

My niggas all fools

Ain't fuckin' with rats while they aim for yo jaw

Stompin' out yo chinchillas

Homies with Mexicans, pass 'em 2Ls

They’ll gon' start foldin' niggas like wrappin' Tortillas

I ain’t even make it

They told me, “you really on road”

They be saying, “Dwae really that nigga”

She saying that, "Dwae lowkey really a lover”

but push him to far he’ll turn to a killa

Free Lil Kodak

Remember be bumpin' No Flockin’ on blast

And juggin' to skrilla

I got some hittas

They runnin' they pace

They be smokin' that Reggie, they shoot like they Miller

The vision is clearer, I’m destined a winner

No where near my prime but I still gon' deliver

Ain't that be Dwae over there

Used to get all those buckets

I swear, man, that boy was a baller

Niggas be fake and don’t know what to call 'em

Damn!

Opp on his phone and they callin'

Need me a bad Lil bitch and that’s good with her brain

And ahead of her class like a scholar

10 seconds left in the forth

And just pass me the rock

Cash money like Dame on the dollar

Catch his ass slippin', We play it like zombies

We turnin' that nigga straight into a crawler

I’m sorry your honor, but know that I’m fuckin' yo daughter

That pussy it turn into gona

Hashtag it! Long live her Cooch

Pussy left DOA

R.I.P. call it Brian O’Conner

Niggas be wolfin', be out out on the streets

And it’s cold in the summer we make it hotter

Half of the time I don’t even bother

Remember had grams stinkin' up my whole locker

I’m lactose intolerant, don’t even mind what I said

Still chasin' that cheese and the gula

That bitch said her pussy be WAP

But how can it be if its missin' the water

Niggas be crip in the field and still makin' them hits

Like they play for them muhfuckin' Dodgers

This shit gettin' ugly

Viewers desecration

Handle so cold started wearin' 11

I swear that these bitches be fallin' for niggas

They follow on insta they ain’t even meet 'em

Talk to me crazy, must be real stupid

We aim for his heart now he flyin' like Cupid

They talking 'bout spinnin' da block

Nigga really they not

They just spinnin' them blocks on 'em rubiks

Left his mind leakin'

he walking round clueless

If niggas is ugly we calling 'em Rufus

Just keep ya enemies close

Cause one of ya boys could be Judas

Junior year niggas got kicked outta school

Start hanging with apes and the feens and Gorillas

My niggas all fools

Ain't fuckin' with rats while they aim for yo jaw

Stompin' out yo chinchillas

Homies with Mexicans, pass 'em 2Ls

They’ll gon' start foldin' niggas like wrappin' Tortillas

I ain’t even make it

They told me, “you really on road”

They be saying, “Dwae really that nigga”

She saying that, "Dwae lowkey really a lover”

but push him to far he’ll turn to a killa

Free Lil Kodak

Remember be bumpin' No Flockin’ on blast

And juggin' to skrilla

I got some hittas

They runnin' they pace

They be smokin' that Reggie, they shoot like they Miller

The vision is clearer, I’m destined a winner

No where near my prime but I still gon' deliver