Expensive Shit

This lil' bitch pulled to my crib, she got to suckin' That lil' diva rollin' up , she got to fuckin'

Shoot her X-Manz's in the face, shoulda been duckin' Told him suck it up like he got a concussion

And it's that little shit, I don't play with it It's that big bag, I don't play with it (nah)

If you steal my bag, you gon' die with it Yeah, you gon' die with him

I'ma get that bag, yeah Don't play with my bag

If it don't feel like dyin' tonight, lil' boy, don't pick a fight

I got the strap right by my side, I sleep with Glocks like every night

Got two, one nines and three, four fives

Big blicky tucked, stacked Tonka truck Coke on her thumb, she just went numb

They say it's luck, they dumb as fuck This shit ain't luck, it's hard as fuck