I'm back in this bitch n I'm chasing the bag
I'm taking that shit you ain't getting it back
Don't talk on my name cus he shi gon get bad
Y'all still tryna do it y'all goin out sad
Y'all talk on ma name like if I wasn't that
These niggas real Stoopid a brains what they lack
Choppin it up can't do nothin but laugh
But Bitch I ain't done I'm still chasing the bag
We big obm and we ridin the city
We spendin big bucks in the stores we get silly
We rock-a-bye baby we rock like a millie
We sign up a pen yes we sign up a titty
We pop out we shock em like will did to Diddy
We slide on a nigga like pac did to biggie
Ain't see pkeeping it P gotta slide on em steady
put on ma boots n my tool bitch I'm ready
Cap a lil nigga if his ass turn informant
I'm not in my prime best believe it is dormant
Hit me for a verse let me order a scheme give them more lines than some corduroy jeans
keep it a bean you know how the boy grinds
y'all put in no work like the unemployed lines
Money in my pocket diamonds on my wrist
Living life so large nobody resist
diss up on ma brothas we cant coexist
Pay about a Millie js to watch me fuckin piss
Yeah I'm going down every name up on the list
If you catch your name disappear like the mist
You better watch out who tf u gon diss
U try that shit twice better do it like this
I aint here to play game bitch im only here to win
I stay up inside da club with the wocky and the gin
I'm back in this bitch n I'm chasing the bag
I'm taking that shit you ain't getting it back
Don't talk on my name cus he shi gon get bad
Y'all still tryna do it y'all goin out sad
Y'all talk on ma name like if I wasn't that
These niggas real Stoopid a brains what they lack
Choppin it up can't do nothin but laugh
But Bitch I ain't done I'm still chasing the bag