[Intro]
N***a, you gon' get a bag

[Refrain]
(Baby, let me show you 'bout the work
Pick the pounds up, once we hit the foreign church
Take the rounds up, just in case a n***a lurk
Imma skirt off, I might have to put them in the dirt)

[Verse]
Ayy, sending out [?] with [?] wrap
Whippin' in the kitchen, broke my wrist and hurt my damn back
Take a couple millies just to flip a rubber band pack
Fenty, purple molly, and the white, I got the damn crack
Audi rings, I'm flipping out the back like we in Beijing
Police on the block, it's getting hot, this shit is blazing
I know she a thot, but then the sloppy feel amazing
Percocet and molly got your shorty acting crazy
Bitch, knock it off
She must think I love her, bitch, not at all
Keep the 30 on me, get the problem solved
Fiends taking fentanyl, they noddin' off
N***a, get a bag
I already told you I'm not frontin', why you gettin' mad?
Y'all is acting pussy, lil' n***a, go and get a pad
I be in the future, and I know you n***a's in the past
Ayy, what the fuck is good?
No I cannot be your n***a, baby, thought you understood
I be working at the business, then I send her to the hood
Y'all ain't saving money up and Imma say you really should
Ayy, I already did
I ain't talking 'bout the fitted [?], we aiming at your lip
If he never pay my money back then we gon' snatch his kids
If he wanna be the quarter back then we gon' send a blitz
N***a, fuck your life
I don't mean to be too disrespectful, I could fuck your wife
Me and you, we got a different mental, I'm as sharp as a knife
I be chopping beats up with the pencil, and send it to knice
Ayy, this is easy
I be rolling up the zaza, n***a this the bleezy
I be looking up like haha, I be on my TV
N***a, you don't want the drama, you could get the three piece
[Refrain]
Ayy
Baby, let me show you 'bout the work
Pick the pounds up, once we hit the foreign church
Take the rounds up, just in case a n***a lurk
Imma skirt off, I might have to put them in the dirt