Naledge - Piggyback lyrics

You can catch me sipping Remy with some bougy hoes Once they drunk, sh**, you won't know they bougy, though Smoking skunk sh**, all they eyes is usually low Listening to 36 and they dropping low I love my life, I love my life, my squad be getting it in Free bottles up in VIP, I don't want this to end Tryna find my way up in some Gucci hoe Sloppy drunk but I'm acting like who you should know Laying up at the trunk, blowing Cuban smoke Story of your life, LOL, you's a joke Rap the only game that pays to be a f**ing fraud Sell your soul when the Devil never paid it all n***a, motherf**er, radio They don't motherf**er play me, though Stream me on the internet, college show, be giving that I'm a star, b**h, I'm a star, find me in the sky with my intellect sponsored links I'm riding lax up on the Lex show Hey, Anna May, come meet this cake, hoe Hetty Cane Jr., boy, I still got it I kicking raps if I ain't seeing profit Douchebag looking like f** it in You don't like my raps, n***a, f** it in Broad, you can come but I won't f** your friend I only let you come 'cause you got daddy's Benz I'm an a**hole, I'm an a**hole Lifting her jaw, now she swallowing my tad pole TV show about your throat, babysitter's club All my friends is millionaires, b**h, I be getting love Piggyback stunting, sh**, I'm piggyback f**ing I think I'm lax still, Mr. Marcus Naledge bomb, this sh**'s the hardest