Ilyzi - Book Bag

Micro Drac up in that Book Bag
Play with that shit, It's gon make you look bad
PTSD why the fuck I look back
Good ass lawyer I ain't worried about that
That boy is a bitch, That nigga is a drag
You better talk that shit, Yeah nigga get mad
All on my dick like what is you a fag?
Not tryna' hear that shit, Lil bitch tryna' nag
One Two Three niggas killed I'm mad
Not through the phone lil nigga I want cash
Blow that shit up like we live in Iraq
High speed chase watch I get on yo ass
Ain't worried about shit I learned from my Dad
Ain't worried about shit unless it's about the bag
Niggas be capping when they said they did the dash
Ain't do shit but turned into a fucking rat
Ain't stunting that hoe lil nigga come get her back
Oh that shit cool as fuck let me see that!
Fully loaded pistols I like them bitches fat
Acting like you know nigga show me facts
Ain't gon cap that lil bih ass fat
Foot on the pedal, Hell yeah I smash that
I love when we fucking, I love when she fuck back
Shoot first ain't no motherfucking shoot back
Grdd Bah!
Grdd Bah!
This a new car, That bih use a fob
Ain't talking about my hair when I say she on my top
Must've lost his mind now he lost his top
Niggas go retarded, He don't like to talk
I'm talking about me, I don't really like to talk
Walk in this bitch and I be blowing smoke
Play with that boy, He might cut yo throat
If you upping that bih, You bet not choke
If I'm upping that bih, You better get low
Goodbye, Yeah, Yo soul is gone
A soul is a forever, But who really knows
He say that he trapping but ain't serve a bow
He a slimey lil dude don't show ya nose
(Hell nah, Don't show yo nose, Hell nah, Don't show yo nose, Woo)
(Blah Blah Blah, That's all I hear from you niggas)
Micro Drac up in that Book Bag
Play with that shit, It's gon make you look bad
PTSD why the fuck I look back
Good ass lawyer I ain't worried about that
That boy is a bitch, That nigga is a drag
You better talk that shit, Yeah nigga get mad
All on my dick like what is you a fag?
Not tryna' hear that shit, Lil bitch tryna' nag
One Two Three niggas killed I'm mad
Not through the phone lil nigga I want cash
Blow that shit up like we live in Iraq
High speed chase watch I get on yo ass
Ain't worried about shit I learned from my Dad
Ain't worried about shit unless it's about the bag
Niggas be capping when they said they did the dash
Ain't do shit but turned into a fucking rat

Written by:
Zi Deity

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