[Intro]

Ayy, ayy

I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me

[Verse 1]

These niggas can't deny nothin', this Boutabag shit acceptable (So acceptable)

I make some calls, nigga, and you are not irrefutable

I done made a hundred K off streams, let's be technical

And if the bitch got some chips, then I'm textin' her

She wanna see me finger fuck these bands, it's like sex to her

I only want the face, don't want the rest of her

If I can knock a bitch, then I knock the bitch next to her

She ain't 'bout a bag, you ain't gon' hear about me sextin' her

Pocket finna grab my whole chest, it's a wrestler

She said them sack niggas weak, I'm the best to her

Well, bitch, I want the best head, I want your neck to hurt

And I just put on all my chains and my neck gon' hurt

[Chorus]

Niggas postin' them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin'

They say I smoke too many klocks, I just can't dismiss it

Thinkin' 'bout them days, mama trippin', nigga, wash the dishes

These niggas see I'm 'bout a bag, it ain't no competition

Niggas postin' them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin'

They say I smoke too many klocks, I just can't dismiss it

Thinkin' 'bout them days, mama trippin', nigga, wash the dishes

These niggas see I'm 'bout a bag, it ain't no competition

[Verse 2]

I could lose a bitch and bag three, this shit regular (So regular)

You ain't no top dog, nigga, you the messenger

You ain't talkin' chips, why the fuck you call my cellular? (Don't call my phone, then)

Bitch bad, but I don't really like the smell on her

I don't really want the sex, but the check gon' work

Nigga, when I smoke these two klocks, my chest gon' hurt

She ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, it's not gon' work

Lately I've been in this bitch wallet like it ain't her purse

[Chorus]

Niggas postin' them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin'

They say I smoke too many klocks, I just can't dismiss it

Thinkin' 'bout them days, mama trippin', nigga, wash the dishes

These niggas see I'm 'bout a bag, it ain't no competition

Niggas postin' them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin'

They say I smoke too many klocks, I just can't dismiss it

Thinkin' 'bout them days, mama trippin', nigga, wash the dishes

These niggas see I'm 'bout a bag, it ain't no competition

[Outro]

Uh, uh, uh

These niggas see I'm 'bout a bag, it ain't no competition

Mama trippin', nigga, wash them dishes

Niggas out here broke, niggas out here bitchin'

You was in the [?] always, I was in detention