Steph Bag

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I'm big nigga, attack on titan
I fell out with a nigga
I get rich, he sayin I'm his right hand
This life fight or flight, and y'all be having flight plans
Check the receipt, I been send a kite in
The bud I smoke be so top tier
On my way to the top, Could never stop here
I don't go nowhere, unless the Glock there
I was down on my ass, you was not there
I opened up to a bitch, She did not care
I opened a seal, and I did not share
Hellcats, we young warriors, we in our steph bag
We so mf fly, we the jet lag
Just know we the biggest bitch
Harry Potter vibes, we slide with the biggest stick
Banana clip on a drac, we'll split his shit
If you not gettin money, you can't jig to this
I turned a 2 in to a 7,
When I got them pounds, it felt like heaven
We got m16s to Mac 11s, the glizzys not for sale
I got bitches who buying bales
You in the game, but didn't score, you tony snail
Opp pack, you can smell it through the mail
You know that bag dropped, I got connections like banks and zelle
That white girl hit the scale, it's lookin pale
Wayne Gretzky, on that ice, I'm the biggest player
She see a nigga pull up in that demon, Ima slay her
Micheal Jordan shit, we turn niggas into faders
You know I'm cutting up, cut my line, we giving tapers
I paid my dues, ion owe no f*ck niggas a favor
I should run for mayor
Scrap the pot, im hittin it with a hanger
Never go no where without my banger
Me and my niggas, serve bags like Marc Jacobs
My bitch a bareface baddy, With no make up
Pop me a x, all night ima stay up
You slide and miss, you taking a pay cut
All of my shooters be on that Dame stuff
shhhh shhhhh shhhh don't bring my name up
You niggas be nameless,
We shake yo block now you Famous
Like Mario, I carry heat in chambers
I don't compete with you niggas or strangers
I can see why you niggas so angry
Ran up them bands, it still couldn't change me
You ran up some friends, that shit couldn't save you
She played on yo man's, you think she wouldn't play you
Watching my pockets, that shit couldn't pay you
My boy hit the dope, with shit that make baby shit
We ran up that dog, you still got baby shit
That's a 36 you gotta baby wrist
You poured a half of line, of some maybe tris
I pimped 3 bitches, on some player shit
My life been so accustomed, I was made for it
Yo life custom, that respect you paid for it
Riding with a beam, I'm trynna laser shit
You hair nails, I might pay for it
We in our bag, the plug made it rain with bricks
Touch one of us, we make it rain with sticks
Spagnola how I send a blitz, we hit his shit
My bitches got me on they Christmas list
I might come through like a Christmas wish
I delivered this

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