RellOnTheTrack - Bagathon

Rell make the beat drop
I just poured a whole nother Sprite
I don't re rock
900 for my shoes these ain't Reeboks
My bitch oh so pretty she got her feet out
Feelin like Fredo
Ridin' with the savage squad
All we do is trap, trap, trap this a trap-a-thon
I can't even read what my bitch sent me paragraphs too long
She can't even walk, I done hit her from the back too long
Imma take this weed back to bro
Cause it ain't that strong
Bitch, you bet not dare shake that ass if it ain't my song
I remember gettin' head on the first camera phone
Juggin', tryna wait on 630 till the traffic gone
Rich nigga wearin' all this ice with these khakis on
Got too many phones, feds sick, they can't tap me though
You better be tryna buy a brick if you tap me though
Somebody gon' come and bust your shit if you rap me though
Rell bring the beat back
Heard he got his shit snatched
He can't get his bitch back
Trackhawk sound like a monster gave her whiplash
Quick splash when I dip fast yeah I'm him baby
Activist where have you been baby
F's on the Ns, baby
F's on the rims, baby
These some old Yeezy boots not no timbs baby
Got on Vlone but I don't got no friends baby
Feelin like fedex, ridin' with the package on
All I chase is bags, bags, bags this a bag-a-thon
We a toe, tag, tag this a toe tag-a-thon
My bitch brought a bad bitch with her she a tag-along
Came with a eight in my louis luggage carry-on
He say he ain't in no paperwork but he cappin tho
Bitch ask me, am I in the mafia what you ask me for
Nigga ain't even squeeze when he slid what you roll past me for
Nigga ain't even got no real pape what you rappin' for
My bitch make drag the floor
Emilio Pucci, you ain't had before
If I ain't had a bag, I wouldn't even be rappin
Take a p give me stamina she a freak on the camera
She want me to skeet on a mattress her pussy doin' backflips
She look like a actress
I just got some fire head in my seven raptors
She won't ever catch me with no cheese cause I stashed it
Trackhawk sound like a airplane just flew pass her
Her girls like to call me Michael Myers
Cause I stab her
We fuck at the apartment but I sleep in a mansion
Purple tris, you are my friend, baby
More on the M's, baby less on the friends, baby
You let a nigga fuck, that was the end baby
I can't be no ham baby
Rell make the beat stop we just drunk like 3 pops
Think I need to detox
Beep

Written by:
Tyrell Humphrey

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