[Verse 1]
Nah dawg, it’s lil Kodak n***a what you thought
I got snakes on my Gucci, but not in my yard
I got that bag got that guwop, bought a icy watch
Shoutout to Convertible Burt
Florida boy, Florida boy, Florida sh**
I turned my 4 door to a vert
Can y’all please let me roll in peace, I’m smoking purp
My n***a said if he go to prison, he get the jury gone
All you rappers really be nervous with some j**elry on
Don’t be remixing my sh**, that wasn’t X’s song
Don’t remix my sh**, that’s a n***a track
When I remix, I re-rock your sh** like whipping crack
I drop a seven in a pot, and stretched me ten back
I just pulled a bag out a Cartier box
Pulled up to the dumpster, threw away some bank cards
Road running duffling
Yea I got that laundry
Rolling on a monkey
My car look like a pumpkin
In and out of juvenile, every day we rumbling
Bunky trynna sleep, I singing rest in peace [?]
My b**h she got on MAC
Keep her face done
I’m sliding with the MAC
I got to stay with one
Don’t remix my sh**
Don’t remix my sh**, you can’t ride the beat like me
All you n***as ain’t sh**, you n***as ain’t in these streets
How you older than me, you trynna to be like me
I got that bag
I got that bag lil n***a, I got that bag
Garbage bag, Breitling bag, whatever bag yuh
Garbage bag, body bag, whatever bag get that sh**