1st Off

'Cause I can, nigga

Better ask your last bitch, I keep

Second off, quit talkin' out your, 'cause you don't keep Glock

Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock (I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me)

First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga

You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga

Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock

Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock

Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off

I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off

Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off

Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog

How the fuck is niggas 'bout a bag and I don't know y'all?

All my niggas in this bitch, these my road dogs

And all for Jody Woah, on my mama, they gon' smoke dog

Since day one, this Bag shit been the same, nigga

We still throw them B's for Boutabag, this ain't no gang, nigga

And to them niggas speakin' on it, they some dick sucks

It only take a 'Wood and 30 minutes, get your bitch fucked

In this bitch clocked, high as fuck, I got the hiccups

Lil' baby, put your pants on, I need my dick sucked

Racks bustin' out these jeans, I can't lift up

You walk around broke all day, you a sick fuck

Racks keep fallin' through these pants, I can't pick up

First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga

You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga

Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock

Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock

Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off

I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off

Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off

Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog

First off, all these bitches love to shake that ass to me

We in the party goin' up, now I'm grabbin' cheeks

Second off, baby tryna fuck, now she grabbin' meat

I only fucked the bitch once, how she in love with me?

Third off, bitch, don't hit this phone when I'm roadrunning

I ain't tryna hold your hand, I'm tryna hold hundreds

Made 'bout five, six thousand in these roadrunners

And baby, I ain't tuckin' shit, I'm with some cold gunners

Your bitch, I'm gon' walk past, she need some more cash

How the fuck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?

This shit is too nice, ten bands in two nights

The only thing we runnin' from them red and them blue lights

Your bitch, I'm gon' walk past, she need some more cash

How the fuck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?

This shit is too nice, ten bands in two nights

The only thing we runnin' from them red and them blue lights

First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga

You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga

Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock

Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock

Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off

I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off

Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off

Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog

Do we? Like I'm Loc Dog

Do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog