coach bag

Coach bag on my hip it gotta mac in it
Nah you can't hop on a song if it's finished
Baby I just gotta know are we finished
Yuh, you already know me and my niggas winning
Stick to the process, nigga don't jinx it
And I know I fucked up a few times
But I'm done
And I know I done drank like two lines
So I'm numb
And I can't feel my body at all

Niggas just smoked like two blunts
(Yeah) We put a little nigga in Runtz
(Yeah) Bitch I'm that nigga I can't front
I hold her hair like a hair salon
I run this shit like a marathon
I'm with this bitch and she singing my song
Yeah I'm underground but not for long
Me and Stoic yeah we pushing that stollie
We gon' crash that bitch out tomorrow
Niggas want the AP fuck a lil Rollie
I ain't do nothing, God just chose me
You ain't my friend bitch
You not my homie
Nobody ever had nothing for me
Nobody ever wanted to promote me
But I always knew bitch I'm the only
But the problem is shit get lonely
I fuck her shit up, macaroni
Nic-sick as a bitch
You niggas counterfeit
The bills are counterfeit
Niggas getting rich
(I'ma let the beat ride out)