Retch - Nickel Bags lyrics

[Intro] Okay this bag is sour, damn Like [Verse 1] Hey yo, my granny doin' 10 I write her every single time I get a chance Down in France Rock designer pants Hey yo doggie, I need the paper in advance So I can lay up on the beach, skin tanned Pardon my stance from a distance My skin resemble that of a ruby, I'm usually glistenin' Spent time perfectin' my crime up in the kitchen After school baggin', I broke 'em off a distance (?) f** the court, I never play by the rules I f** a b**h in the bed with my shoes Hit the party, touch a hundred hands That's how it goes when you the f**in' man Pose for a pic just to get you off of my dick I got these b**hes and these bottles in my section But they wanna talk more rappin' sh** and badger me with questions I'm like I'm tryna lamp and smoke dope in the club And round me my mans yokin' you up What the f** [Hook] Remember I was selling nickel bags of reefer High as f** in cla** tryna hide it from the teacher Back when all my money used go to sneakers Now I'm coolin' on the boat and blessed a b**h to blow my penis Cause we started from the bottom, posted in the huddle Nothin' had nothin', grew up in the struggle Always had the same friends, those are hard to come by Shout out to the d** though, kept a n***a dumb fly [Verse 2] This that young Tony Lo sh**, product of the corner store Back when I was on the bikes tryna get the order off Cop a dutch from papi, they be gettin' in the Spanish spot When the cops come we often ran a lot Slide in the crib Finesse my b**h, throw the co*k in her rib I'm smokin' dope while she toppin' the kid Complete a heist I'm set for the rest of my life Start a family, move to Washington Heights Change my name to Tito Cop them 50's down them blocks in Rico My whole life is like a f**in' free throw Swish I'm at the bank with a spliff Sold weight, might take a dip New York sh** f** so many b**hes, shout out to the internet Tip my f**in' hat to who I'm finna dead You that guy These n***as food, n***a you that pie Better that I n***a, you that high Ha-ha [Hook] Remember I was selling nickel bags of reefer High as f** in cla** tryna hide it from the teacher Back when all my money used go to sneakers Now I'm coolin' on the boat and blessed a b**h to blow my penis Cause we started from the bottom, posted in the huddle Nothin' had nothin', grew up in the struggle Always had the same friends, those are hard to come by Shout out to the d** though, kept a n***a dumb fly