Mass Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, I'm bout to drop me a bag

Spent the bag in mass, I re-up the pack

I put a D in yo bitch, she didn't get A in math

Brodie got SRT, he gon' do the whole dash

Hope a lil nigga don't crash,

She want a hundred for lash

Baby girl, I'm goin' past

Jay god imma dash, my money stretch like a rash

They gon' envy when you get the bag

Niggas hate me when I coped the jag

I don't get it, them niggas be mad They want copy, My flow its sad

She want a brand new Birkin bag

She wanna run up like 60 racks

Baby girl how you gettin' that?

Please don't use me for fallback

And I won't call back

Say you want love, I know it's a trap

Mama love said focus on you

All that time you won't get back

Fell in love with all them girls

That shit was a trap

Yeah, yeah, I'm bout to drop me a bag

Spent the bag in mass, I re-up the pack

I put a D in yo bitch, she didn't get A in math

Brodie got SRT, he gon' do the whole dash

Hope a lil nigga don't crash,

She want a hundred for lash

Baby girl, I'm goin' past

Jay god imma dash, my money stretch like a rash

Pull up on her, I thrash uh

Come on

Come on

Pull up on her, I thrash

She wan me double text I don't even replied fast

Your attitude leave me to stressed

I had to leave you in the past

You do not get no pass no

You cannot be my bae to the end

I do not want your ass

You used to treat me like nothing

You kept disappearing, I don't want your ass

I put my money in duffel them women on shuffle them, bitches be trash

Yeah, yeah, I'm bout to drop me a bag Spent the bag in mass, I re-up the pack

I put a D in yo bitch, she didn't get A in math

Brodie got SRT, he gon' do the whole dash

Hope a lil nigga don't crash,

She want a hundred for lash

Baby girl, I'm goin' past

Jay god imma a dash, my money stretch like a rash

My money stretched