bbno$ and So Loki - Fragile

Skrrt

One bag, two bag, need more hands
So I'm breaking up with diamonds
Yeah, this baby needs some bands
Sipping coffee, don't do Xans, I don't really need to try it
Hit the thrift, spend a rack, thirty bucks for my whole outfit
I signed that shit, I sold that fit
I'll make these pennies 'til I'm rich
I'll write a hit like really quick
I see that bag I'll grab and dip
That yellow drum with sticky tips
I ain't a poser, want my clip
I skip the script, my chain go drip
This baby get some money, I'm just a kid

I'm feelin' fragile
All up in my moods
Do it 'cause I'm bossy never do it for the views
Tryna live frosty now it's all I wanna do
Actin' like I love myself, know a boy do
I got a voice and I'm feelin' it, yeah
Rolls Royce more like IKEA bed, yeah
I got vintage jeans, oh yeah
I never ever bought supreme, oh yeah

When I get famous
Tell me what my name is
Spell it on the pavement

When I get famous
Tell me what my name is
Spell it on the pavement

B-A-B-Y
B-o-y, yeah
Baby boy comin' with the fire
Knew I'd always rise and go higher
But never thought I'd turn into messiah

One bag, two bag, need more hands
So I'm breaking up with diamonds
Yeah, this baby needs some bands
Sipping coffee, don't do Xans, I don't really need to try it
Hit the thrift, spend a rack, thirty bucks for my whole outfit
I signed that shit, I sold that fit
I'll make these pennies 'til I'm rich
I'll write a hit like really quick
I see that bag I'll grab and dip
That yellow drum with sticky tips
I ain't a poser, want my clip
I skip the script, my chain go drip
This baby get some money, I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid
Running after money yeah I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

'Cause I'm fragile (fragile)
Too much on my card, now I'm locked out (locked out)
I got nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all
I might be an asshole, I might be an asshole, I might be an asshole

Yeah my mama always told me
Yeah I gotta get my bags up
Push back, push my legs up
Whatever happened to my pay stubs?
I need them raised up
'Cause I be fragile, I hope I hold up
And I do not know what I think about all these other rappers
Can't you be yourself and leave the drugs behind? We already got them actors
Might just fuck around and write a book, so go read on my chapter
Do this shit for fun and all that cash and that the shit that matters

One bag, two bag, need more hands
So I'm breaking up with diamonds
Yeah, this baby needs some bands
Sipping coffee, don't do Xans, I don't really need to try it
Hit the thrift, spend a rack, thirty bucks for my whole outfit
I signed that shit, I sold that fit
I'll make these pennies 'til I'm rich
I'll write a hit like really quick
I see that bag I'll grab and dip
That yellow drum with sticky tips
I ain't a poser, want my clip
I skip the script, my chain go drip
This baby get some money, I'm just a kid

Written by:
Alexander Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell, Geoffrey Millar, Khalil Frederick

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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