Turkey Bags Lyrics

Ayy, nigga

Ya

Turkey bags in the fucking trap, look like thanksgiving

Pass me a motherfuckin' blunt for I start trippin

Ice on my motherfuckin' wrist and the diamonds hittin

Labels in my phone, but they know I'm goin' independent

Big-ass crib in the hills that I fuckin' swerving

I can't even fuck with the perks, them hoes make me nervous

Niggas broke, wakin' up every day, that's they fucking life

I still pour some lines in my cup, make it dirty ice

Got a buddy in a trap whippin' grits till he make it right

Got some money in a safe and I bet I pay for his life

Got Balenciagas on my fuckin' feet while I'm eatin' rice

In Miami with the heat, but my neck is filled with the ice

In Miami with your bitch and I got her ass leaned over

Sparkin' other motherfuckin' blunt, now he stepped over

R.I.P. my motherfuckin' niggas, got it tatted on my body

Gettin' money, fuckin' hoes, that's my motherfuckin' hobby

Shorty in the fuckin' club and she geekin' off the Molly

I ain't pickin' up my phone if it ain't bout the racks

In the trap with the packs and the turkey bags

Nigga ain't shootin' shit, just wanna show his 30 mag

Put it in a pot, whip it up till it's smellin' bad

Chillin' with a foreign bitch and she super bad

Just heard my white boy and he said I'm super rad

Walkin' Neiman Marcus, spinnin' racks for a Louis bag

Bitch

Yo

Ay

Walkin' Neiman Marcus, spinnin' racks for a Louis bag

Nigga

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Bitch