me_and_my_bag ft. nAvvvi & Lord Distortion Lyrics

It's me and my checks homie

It's me and my bag

Sixing figures all I think about I hear the fingers snap

Brushing teeth, we been cleaning up we leave em onna slab

If he wanna start exploding ima throw em like a frag

Paralyze my body thinking that I broke upon a thought

I be celebrating life against the odds up on a thot

Like a fracture to a limb that be bruising up till it rot

You can take it anyway but ill be sitting on the top

Scam me

Damn me

Empty heaven gnashing teeth

Ima drop down underneath

Don't need your company

On the off chance, you processing what they really want

Don't you come back crying wolf cuz I done only told em once

You the dunce in the place, homie missing simple grace

Incel energy, lack of pussy, joker face

Plea the fith, you feed the pigs you pussies needa get a grip

Wit my team, wit my goonies ima really make a grip

Wit my aliens been moving in your set its Romolos

They might expand your fucking mind like you jus took a hollow tip

Player missing every condiment

A meal without the seasoning

A failure on a balcony

They speaking like they enemy

Pause

I aint the fucking time for a low blow

If you wanna pull up slime for quick bow