Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah huh
Woah, Woah
Yeah
Keep a strap in my Gucci bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Yo mans go out sad bitch, yeah I'm popping tags
Riches came from rags, now I'm holding racks
I'm in LA with my twin, yeah we whip that track
Keep a strap in my Gucci bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Yo mans go out sad bitch, bitch I'm popping tags
Yeah, damn I miss my bae, eating chick-fil-as
Sexy bad bitch got me laid
That five-seven popped his brain, bitch
Please don't tsay my name in vain, yeah, walk around with a cane
So much Wock I'll make it rain, hell no you can't hang
Woah, woah, woah
Keep a strap in my Gucci bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Yo mans go out sad bitch, yeah I'm popping tags
Riches came from rags, now I'm holding racks
I'm in LA with my twin, yeah we whip that track
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah huh
Woah, Woah
Yeah
Keep a strap in my Gucci bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Yo mans go out sad bitch, yeah I'm popping tags
Riches came from rags, now I'm holding racks
I'm in LA with my twin, yeah we whip that track
Keep a strap in my Gucci bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Yo mans go out sad bitch, bitch I'm popping tags
Yeah, damn I miss my bae, eating chick-fil-as
Sexy bad bitch got me laid
That five-seven popped his brain, bitch
Please don't tsay my name in vain, yeah, walk around with a cane
So much Wock I'll make it rain, hell no you can't hang
Woah, woah, woah
Keep a strap in my Gucci bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Yo mans go out sad bitch, yeah I'm popping tags
Riches came from rags, now I'm holding racks
I'm in LA with my twin, yeah we whip that track
Yeah huh
Woah, Woah
Yeah
Keep a strap in my Gucci bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Yo mans go out sad bitch, yeah I'm popping tags
Riches came from rags, now I'm holding racks
I'm in LA with my twin, yeah we whip that track
Keep a strap in my Gucci bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Yo mans go out sad bitch, bitch I'm popping tags
Yeah, damn I miss my bae, eating chick-fil-as
Sexy bad bitch got me laid
That five-seven popped his brain, bitch
Please don't tsay my name in vain, yeah, walk around with a cane
So much Wock I'll make it rain, hell no you can't hang
Woah, woah, woah
Keep a strap in my Gucci bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Yo mans go out sad bitch, yeah I'm popping tags
Riches came from rags, now I'm holding racks
I'm in LA with my twin, yeah we whip that track
Writer: Nathan O
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