B a G

Got People call me sick
Cause imma cancer & I'm rich
Got rubies in my got-damn birth chart bitch

[Look what Ashie brought us, what]

I ain’t never let a man put a label on me
Real grill yes I bought it
I don’t need a white - T
Whole women raised right
I respect my queen
A shit load better than ur little dick “kings"

The bay a cold place take a tool keep ya pace,
In the bed that you made
Keep ya cool ice age
If you quick hit the fade
And we all pre paid
Spray the garden down w a loaded Ak
Pressed too hard on a clean closed case
Catch a bat straight POW knock to the face
Got a 9 mm attached to my waist
Opal snow flake on a white gold chain
& if she got a friend then imma run the train
Bitch shake ass & imma make it rain

Do it yourself red bottoms
If he talk we got a problem
He got noggin gotta knock him
Got a problem we can rock um
Playin dead like a possum
Body smelling like its rotten
In the crib milli rockin
Here’s my droppings if u want um
Excuse me sorry pardon
Let me broaden your horizons
Let my words play out
Putting seeds in like a garden

I keep my pace
9 on my waist
So these fuck lil white boys know they place
Kill yourself
In the back w a belt
Prolly in the closet you need help
Name your worth
Manifest a purse
Shelter yo family for they end up in a hearse
Watch that karma
It’ll come back stronger
With a barb wire bat and some friendly fire

Might be the 2 the 3 and the 4
But you’ll never be the 1 quit knockin at my door
Here’s a few things my mama taught me
Stick to the rules and don’t forget to B A G