Kenny Mason - GIVENCHY BAG
Ay, ay (Coupe)Thirty hollow tips in a Givenchy bag (bag)
Can't spit facts without bragging
Zone 3 nigga cookin' up inside a million dollar mansion
Might got a stick inside a the pantry
Might got thirty hollow tips in a new Prada bag
I ain't ever running out of swag (swag, yeah)
If I put the city on my back, nigga, it's a new fashion
Might gotta clip inside the jacket
Bitch, I'm in the city
Where it's young niggas geeking up, crashing
Scamming, piecing up fragments
Pizza Hut, niggas at your front door tweaking
Don't lack, we legally tuck pieces in Atlanta
Feet in the mud planted, feeding pups, seeding a pup planet
Truck on Vegeta, the Trunks blasting, we in the cut
Bleeding with thug passion with YSL fashion
You'd a thought we was with Thug slattin'
Ok, nigga, what's zappin'?
I done seen a nigga catch a play without practice
I done seen a nigga catch aids from not wrapping
Know some niggas wipe a nigga nasal, no napkin
They in the four spazzin' with no pass, nigga don't pass it
You don't wanna get hit with no pad
Know a couple bank account crackers, swindling phone hackers
Buying this many bullets take cash
How you think I got
Thirty hollow tips in a Givenchy bag (bag)
Can't spit facts without bragging
Zone 3 nigga cookin' up inside a million dollar mansion
Might got a stick inside a the pantry
Might got thirty hollow tips in a new Prada bag
I ain't ever running out of swag (swag, yeah)
If I put the city on my back, nigga, it's a new fashion
Might gotta clip inside the jacket
Back at my brudda crib, same gun as the government
Aim buss it and dump it, bitch, I ain't walking, I'm hovering
Safe to make a assumption, yo' gang suffering from sucka shit
I ain't coming to shit if I can't come with the covenant
I ain't colorist, I know the dark days are the loveliest
Crime paying dem boys on the block slanging dem supplements
Cops play undercover do not play with the play
And do not lay undercovers with thots they under coverage
Thirty hollow tips in a laptop bag
Geeked up goin astronauts status, that's a lot
Ken got the pack that'll pack it out, packed around the block
I'm a underground king 'cause I rap a lot
I want the pension, they opinion ain't finna pay for shit
My clip extended like another week on vacation, bitch
Don't wanna brag, that's only way of filling you in
I'm in my bag but it's crowded 'cause I'm filling it with
Thirty hollow tips in a Givenchy bag (bag)
Can't spit facts without bragging
Zone 3 nigga cookin' up inside a million dollar mansion
Might got a stick inside a the pantry
Might got thirty hollow tips in a new Prada bag
I ain't ever running out of swag (swag, yeah)
If I put the city on my back, nigga, it's a new fashion
Might gotta clip inside the jacket
Written by:
Edwin Kenneth Green
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