Where tf my bag
Rocking Van Cleef, my motherfuckin' wrist hoe
All my homies tote sticks, toting pistols
She said, do you miss me I don't miss hoes
Got a white hoe sniffing coke, sniffing Crisco
Like we running that shit back
I'm like, where the fuck my bag
We in LA, where we at
She said, Wheezy, call me back
I said, no bitch you a nat
I pop no percs, none of that
Shout out Kevin that my slatt
Now I got fake friends tryna be friends
Should've fucked with me back way then
Used to have four of us on one bed
Now we shopping at at Norman
Where the fuck my bag at? That's where the racks
Sipping on lean and I'm sipping on act
I pour me a four we ain't going out sad
This bitch bitch, she got me a bag
Bitch, I'm so high, you know I won't land
I'm doing these drugs, I don't really have to
If I get locked down, would you help me
Would you stay by my side?
Fuck that, where's my bag
I'm sipping on wock
I pour me some drops
Got a new top
She give me the wock
Rocking Van Cleef, my motherfuckin' wrist hoe
All my homies tote sticks, toting pistols
She said, do you miss me I don't miss hoes
Got a white hoe sniffing coke, sniffing Crisco
Like we running that shit back
I'm like, where the fuck my bag
We in LA, where we at
She said, Wheezy, call me back
I said, no bitch you a nat
I pop no percs, none of that
Shout out Kevin that my slatt