That's It.

Got a bag
And then I got a bag!

They sick of me
They puttin hits out (oh that's it?)
Just hit the stu
breathe on the beat (oh that's it?)
She not with me then she get left (oh that's it?)
And I do all this by myself (I cannot miss)
Yeah
Oh, That's it (oh that's it?)
Oh, that's it (oh that's it?)
Oh, that's it (oh that's it?)
That's it (Yeah)
Oh, that's it (oh that's it?)
Yeah that's it (Yeah)
That's it
That's it

Mr. Do Too Much, I'm Mr. Never Do Enough
She said I'm gassed then took my smoke & then she blew it up
Fuck all my teachers
why they lied & said I'm rude as fuck
Ask how I made it here
I'll tell you it's just stupid luck
Angels stay protecting me from all that's dangerous
My niggas leave you mangled up
This gas could turn your brain to dust
Don't let me in yo party & ask why we brought the gang wit us
Just be happy we vibin', don't let no one anger us
I walked in the closet, walked out fresh
Its easy as that!
Seen yo haul, all that shit is trash
Hope they'll take it back
Kodone garnish, art pack keep me fresh
Really got a bag
Pay attention I don't want your bitch
and she don't want you back
Niggas mad rap failed, I can't help it
Play yo cards right before I have to get you dealt with
I was at yo show, could tell nobody felt it
Y'all all sound the same cause you still don't know who yo self is

They sick of me
They puttin hits out (oh that's it?)
Just hit the stu
breathe on the beat (oh that's it?)
She not with me then she get left (oh that's it?)
And I do all this by myself (I cannot miss)
Yeah
Oh, That's it (oh that's it?)
Oh, that's it (oh that's it?)
Oh, that's it (oh that's it?)
That's it (Yeah)
Oh, that's it (oh that's it?)
Yeah that's it (Yeah)
That's it
That's it