BookBag 2.0
BigKayBeezy, Polo G
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I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a f*ck if you pissed, nigga, get mad Or you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breakin' the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped (talk too much) Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?" I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the f*ck is a Dutch? And my coupe automatic like, "F*ck is a clutch?" And you still rockin' PacSun, boy, you a bum Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish Kush in my pocket, this shit hella smelly Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bitch hot and ready Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt Niggas been so-called lookin' for me 'Fore I hide from a nigga, I'm poppin' him first (where he at? where he at?) If you my bitch, then you gotta be pretty and with it Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse" F*ck up your life like some crack or a curse Got a bitch with a pipe in the back of the 'vert Thinkin' shit sweet could turn matters to worse Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc' (ayy) Front like he got it, we rob him, it's merched Go through his wallet and all of his merch F*ck what you call it, I call it some work And I'm constantly ballin' like Caris LeVert I ain't fuckin' her raw even off of this Perc' Ayy Catch him in traffic, go ape and gorilla (skrrt) Pull up, we scorin' like Damian Lillard He say he ain't mean it, well, ain't he a killer? This clip make him dance like he makin' a Triller Woofin' so much, he just makin' it realer Was tough on the 'net, now his face in a Swisher (bitch) Lil' bro a quarterback, keep throwin' bullets Hot shit in his stomach, start bakin' his liver All of my lil' niggas earthquake gang 'Cause they tryna make somethin' shake off a jigga I'm from up north, droppin' rakes with the hitters (gang, gang, gang) Hit licks in the field like we play for the Steelers Back in the day, I'd snooze off the drank Double cup with the gang, drop an eight in a pitcher Come on the block and we passed her around Heard you lovin' that ho and you faithfully kiss her (ha) They know my shit ringin' all through the city They speak on my name, but that's only assumptions (bitch) I go by Capalot, I used to post up at West Off the X, lookin' ugly or somethin' (gang, gang, gang) Roll with some real ones, free lil' Jo and Wooski 'Cause, bitch, niggas know how my brothers was comin' Ball like I'm Ed and I'm shootin' like Lil' Bit And I'm just gon' do it like Dirk when I'm stuntin' I told my shorties to empty them clips They said, "Big bro, we ain't suit up for nothin'" Shots from this pump, like lil' Ricky, he runnin' Uh, blow this four-oh like a trumpet It ain't no question my lil' bro a dog He gon' leave shit on the floor when he dumpin' Might make the news or somethin' for thinkin' shit sweet Caught a shot to the face, now he skunkin' I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a f*ck if you pissed, nigga, get mad Or you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breakin' the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped
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Written by: Truman Rogers II, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
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