[Intro]
(Viper)
([?])

[Chorus: ItsManMan]
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a bitch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't shit, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a bitch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't shit, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat

[Verse 1: ItsManMan]
These n***as hoes, if he don't want no smoke, then why he light it up?
You won't catch me beefin' with no band, he 'bout to fight the drum
He fuck with Wayne, we leave him Weezy F, like, n***a, tighten up
Who hyped him up? They actin' like they thugs, these n***as nice as fuck
He ain't tottin' MACs, he tottin' MacBooks, this boy got Twitter fingers
I fuck with the Stinc, then spray Febreze, I just let pippy clean him
Most of these n***as wearin' replicas, act like he shop at Neimans
Two bad bitches got nae nae in the cut, she hangin' out the nina
Treat a day just like a robbery, I'm whippin' pipe out
Fucked around and gave her a sunny D 'cause it was nice out
Got big heaters like, n***a, run them chains, I throw your ice out
I got Mike Jordan, you think you Mike Tike, I knock your lights out
Brodie hittin' cars, he punchin' back to back, I don't know how he do it
He want some clout, alright, gang them grab that clip, we finna make a movie
Know my alphabet, this chop got double Ds, I be tottin' boobies
I just hit a thick white bitch, you know I fuck with Susan
[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
Cannon on my hip, it's modified like it's from Call of Duty
Princess cut diamonds in my Cuban and a couple rubies
Walk in the club with gang and them and a couple shooters
Stinc team, bitch, all my n***as ballin', ain't none of them hoopers
Spin on me but I'm extra good 'cause I came with Cooper
Ridin' 'round the city with big 'cause how I maneuver
Stone a n***a for thinkin' he gon' snake me, had to pop Madusa
Smith & Wesson, Glocks, and FNs, not no Rugers
He the type to get his chain took and have to buy a new one
He the type to see me in real life and ain't gon' do nothin'
I just put water in the Carti and damn near flooded it
Feelin' like a bank with all these goddamn hundreds and shit
All these rappers act like street n***as but none of 'em legit
Most of these n***as bitches in real life in a couple [?]
[?] country, uppin' US currency, turn in Yen
What you finna do with them Ws? Turn 'em in, the Plug

[Chorus: ItsManMan]
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a bitch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't shit, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a bitch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't shit, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat