Brand new bag

[Intro]
Faint got this bitch jumpin'
Go! Go!

[Chorus]
Brand new bag for a new bitch
I pop percocets
Geeked up off the X
I touch a milli, don't want nothin' less
Fuck around we can get that lil' boy stretched
Kill that lil' nigga now his momma stressed
Fuck around we put a X on his chest
Light up his lungs and then shoot at his head

[Verse 1]
Yes, I'm tryna' break the bank
Heaven's Best Soldier but I'm not a saint
We up in Bora Bora sippin' pints
Smokin' on loud pack and it stank
She wet as a ocean, no Frank
Saw a punk nigga, think I'm finna' gank
This shit real life, nigga this not a game
Niggas be tweakin' off a lil' bit of fame

[Chorus]
Brand new bag for a new bitch
I pop percocets
Geeked up off the X
I touch a milli, don't want nothin' less
Fuck around we can get that lil' boy stretched
Kill that lil' nigga now his momma stressed
Fuck around we put a X on his chest
Light up his lungs and then shoot at his head

[Verse 2]
Brand new baguette for my bitch, pussy wet
Got a big stick in my bag, on my back, I'ma vet
That bitch put a spell on me pussy a hex
I feel like I'm Yeat 'cause I'm up off the X
Double my money, then triple and flip it
We put a hole in a bitch like a jibbit
I'm sippin' on red and I ain't talking Trippie
Her booty stay puffy, no Jiggly- it jiggle
Reach for my pockets I'm pullin' the trigger
She can't be my boo, 'cause she already a jigga-
Walk in the function, pull up with my niggas
She shakin' that ass like she makin' a triller
She want me to beat it like Michael, like Thriller
I beat up the pussy, I turn to a killer
I beat up the pussy, I turn to a driller
I'm cooking these niggas like eggs on a skillet, yuhh

[Chorus]
Brand new bag for a new bitch
I pop percocets
Geeked up off the X
I touch a milli, don't want nothin' less
Fuck around we can get that lil' boy stretched
Kill that lil' nigga now his momma stressed
Fuck around we put a X on his chest
Light up his lungs and then shoot at his head

[Verse 1]
Yes, I'm tryna' break the bank
Heaven's best soldier but I'm not a saint
We up in Bora Bora sippin' pints
Smokin' on loud pack and it stank
She wet as a ocean, no Frank
Saw a punk nigga, think I'm finna' gank
This shit real life, nigga this not a game
Niggas be tweakin' off a lil' bit of fame

[Chorus]
Brand new bag for a new bitch
I pop percocets
Geeked up off the X
I touch a milli, don't want nothin' less
Fuck around we can get that lil' boy stretched
Kill that lil' nigga now his momma stressed
Fuck around we put a X on his chest
Light up his lungs and then shoot at his head

[Verse 2]
Brand new baguette for my bitch, pussy wet
Got a big stick in my bag, on my back, I'ma vet
That bitch put a spell on me pussy a hex
I feel like I'm Yeat 'cause I'm up off the X

[Outro]
Double my money, then triple and flip it
We put a hole in a bitch like a jibbit
I'm sippin' on red and I ain't talking Trippie
Her booty stay puffy, no Jiggly- it jiggle