SILLY BAG Lyrics

Yeah, I'm gon' have to do it, nigga, try to force my hand

I was in the Land , plottin tryna get it in

That ain't my bitch mine put up with yo silly ass

In Bottega cashin out, I ain't gon lie, I spent a silly bag

These niggas need cheat codes, they can't catch a win

She put her nigga down quick, she finna trade him in

We ain't never played fair at all, we just play to win

That boy a bitch swear to God, I'd be sick if he called me twin

It's 10 a.m., I'm pourin' up, I got a bad habit

Them niggas purebred pussy think they badasses

I'm on the road, I'm hittin' routes, I'm finna drop a package

He finna make it hot, I'll told that nigga chill, don't even check the tracking

I'm in RSQ8, throw that bitch in G-Force and I can barely drive straight

She think I'm drinkin' rum punch, it's just me and my drank

I was waitin' on him to slide, it was me and my drac

I'm doin' shit they never seen, this shit ain't doin' make-believe

I seen my pop was lookin' light, I'm finna add another three

More money, mo us, less them More me

More pros, more ups, more Za, mo lean

More money, mo us, less them More me

More pros, more ups, more Za, mo lean

More money, mo us, less them More me

More pros, more ups, more Za, mo lean

More racks, More cheese

She ain't up to standard she be gone for the week over

She wanna lay up with me, but I can not do no sleepovers

My cousin call my phone, tryna use me for his piss test

I laughed in his face, this nigga think I really be sober

We quick to put a nigga in a suit like a law office

This is bitch could eat a bowling for real

She a jaw dropper

Yo bitch be talkin' elegant I got her on the telephone

I'll put yo bitch in grad school, I love it when she talk proper

20 bands, I just gave my own self a stimulus

He waitin' on my move, but I'm movin' too meticulous

I'm loved and I'm hated, either famous or I'm infamous

Either way you cut it, bitch, my pocket still ridiculous