Lyrics
Tope got the dope bring the beat in
I'm in the grey Dodge mag with the sunroof
Slapping Xscape
Who can I run to
I'm spreading love
I got a gun too
It's no escape
Who can you run to?
I'm in the East of the V playing frisbee
A rare sighting Ima California grizzly
Bitch I yield at stop signs
I can't stop
We from the bottom
We at the top
Used to get dropped off
Now I'm in a drop
Still getting topped off
Now I'm at the top
Came out the mud
They thought I was rock
Dust me off
Bitch I'm shining
Tony Hawk
Bitch I'm grinding
Bad transmission
Bitch I'm grinding
Underbite
Bitch I'm grinding
Need new brakes why
Bitch I'm grinding
Hop out my bed
Go brush my teeth
Make me some tea
Roll up some tree
Hop on my bike
Mob round the V
They say my name
I yell back yee
Back to the crib
Hop in the bath
Coconut oil
Powder my ass
Time to create
Hop in the lab
Tope sent a wop
Go get that bag
Go get that bag
Go get that bag
It's groceries outside
Go get that bag
Is that Doordash
Go get that bag
Get up off yo ass
Go get that bag
Go get that bag
Wow aye yeah
Nigga go get that bag
Let let me spread love with this mac
Nigga you just gotta tat I got the city on my back
I might be in it for the chicken
But big Neffy beat the cat
I dropped out of school
I would have went where people's at
I hopped out my feelings and jumped in my bag
I opened up my car door and then I did the dash
Dummy mobbin' in the scrape thang
Driving like I'm mad
Let's talk about that Nef nigga
He a super dad
I'm just trynna keep the peace
But still I got a piece in my jeans
I work out with the plug that's why I got all of this lean
I kicked down doors and bum rushed him with the team
It's diamonds in my mouth I might brush with Mr. Clean
LaRussell got on Crocs I got on Yeezy foam runners
Bout to elevate my friends I only talk to homeowners
Lil baby got good head but do she got a dome on her?
She was thick but the coke left skin and bones on her
Skeet skirt skirt
I'm up the block early morning with the work
You know they say that early birds get the worm
Big chang I'm in her head like the perm
If you got fuck nigga tendencies don't get close to me
I hopped in my bag bitch I feel like groceries
Neffy I'm the shit big boy toiletry
Every bar I spit real dope quarter key
So I could keep going if you want me to
I'll hop in my bag like a homeless dude
Her baby daddy can't dance he got bogus moves
Imma rock star in a jazz band I could show you blues
Hopped out my feeling
Jumped in a bag
Hopped out my feelings
Jumped in a bag
Jumped in my whip
And then I did the dash
That was it? Alright it's all good