[Intro]
(Lonis on this)
As long as you stayin' true to yourself (Okay, Messi)
Takin' care of your people, make sure you take care of what you got goin' on, your priorities, everything gon' be straight, man
Just keep runnin' that pape' up
Keep grinding
And everything gon' change for the better
That's how it's 'posed to be, though
You supposed to be livin' life, actin' crazy, doin' numbers
The real Boutabag, I'm finna tweak on this, ayy

[Chorus]
Lil' n***a, get that bag first
I'm gon' run that sack up 'til my back hurt
I see you got a new bitch, that's my last work
Always in her feelings, wouldn't ever put the bag first

[Verse 1]
Baby wouldn't ever put me first
That's why I had to let my baby go
Is you rockin' or you rollin'? Baby, let me know
And you can namе a spot outta state, baby, we gon' go
It's too bad I don't think like that no morе
I was in my feelings, jumped in my bag, it's time to hit the road
Yeah, ten bands in this mall, these expensive clothes
FNs and brand-new Glocks, these expensive poles
But I'm comin' off some light shit
I can't just fuck with anybody, I need the right bitch
Took another trip outta state, knocked a white bitch
Baby, them is bands in my pocket, not a Sidekick
Baby, them is bands in my pocket, not a Sidekick
And I don't really want you
And I don't really want you, I want the right bitch
Spent ten thousand in this mall on some light shit
Catch me outside, probably two bad bitches in Off-White kicks
[Chorus]
Lil' n***a, get that bag first
I'm gon' run that sack up 'til my back hurt
I see you got a new bitch, that's my last work
Always in her feelings, wouldn't ever put the bag first
Lil' n***a, get that bag first
I'm gon' run that sack up 'til my back hurt
I see you got a new bitch, that's my last work
Always in her feelings, wouldn't ever put the bag first

[Verse 2]
Ayy, lil' n***a, get your bag up
'Cause when you down and they up, they don't give a fuck
Remember I was walkin' to the bus, now I'm cookin' up
Klockin' klocks to the face, Runtz got me stuck
Ayy, now we drive fast cars and fast trucks
Ayy, now we fuck bad bitches, no ducks
Hah, now we get that bag, don't give no fucks
I ain't really tryna run my mouth, I'm tryna run it up
Your bitch addicted to the sauce, who dope as me?
Klock after klock to the face, n***a, who smoke like me?
I just ate a two-five, baby, come roll with me
Baby, can we catch a vibe? Take it slow with me
I ain't really tryna run my mouth, I'm tryna run it up
Ayy, can you catch a vibe? Take it slow with me
That's why I had to let my baby go
Is you rockin' or you rollin'? Baby, let me know
Yeah, and I ain't tryna run my mouth, I'm tryna run it up
Plus we know fast cars, fast trucks
Ayy, yeah, we fuck bad bitches, no ducks
Can you take it slow with me?
Baby, yeah, I'm tryna catch a vibe, take it slow with me
Lil' n***a, get that bag first
I'm gon' run that sack up 'til my back hurt
And I don't really want you
And I don't really want you, I need the right bitch
[Chorus]
Lil' n***a, get that bag first
I'm gon' run that sack up 'til my back hurt
I see you got a new bitch, that's my last work
Always in her feelings, wouldn't ever put the bag first

[Outro]
Sixty thousand on this arm, on some light shit
And I don't really want you, I need the right bitch
And I don't really want you
And I don't really want you, I need the right bitch