Bigger Bag Alert

Niggas have it worse

So I give em that

But I'm still coming first

They got trickery all in they history

I know they sick of me

But they still mimic me

Yeah smoke em like hickory

I know they mad

Cause they bitches be picking me

How you hate but still ride on my wave

They know I'm litty want me to behave

Ima go hard till I lie in my grave

We who they crave yeah she said I'm her fave

Pour up for my bro's

Who ain't here in the physical

Counting my pockets

To me that be pitiful

Last of the dopest

Yeah we the originals

Hate on the low

But I know that is typical

Hold up I'm bout to roll up

Peddle to the metal

No we ain't slowed up yeah

No we don't fold up

We got it sewed up

We bout to go up

Everyone gown try act like they know us

My weed it taste like a fruit roll up

All in my face I think she wanna close up yea

Look in my bigger bag always get em mad

If you did him wrong you can't get him back

You hit a snag got a little lag

So far ahead it's a bigger gap

I'm giving out fades where my clippers at

They throwing shots send sending missiles back

We stars like where the big dippers at

Open my mason and they wiffa dat

They swinging on me with a wiffle bat

They hooked on my lines got em sniffen that

I just reel em in throw them fishes back

I cut em off before they go get attached

Bitch I'm litter

Than the center of the Earth

Aww yea

Pour some liquor

For my niggas in the dirt

Aww yea

Got a bigger tag

Bigger bag alert

While I'm in my bag

Don't be acting hurt

Aww yea

Got a bigger tag

Bigger bag alert

While I'm in my bag

Don't be acting hurt

I figured that

Niggas have it worse

So I give em that

But I'm still coming first