Baby Bro

Now they want my bag, they want my quote

Now they want a band, they want a

Now they want my bag, they want my quote

Now they want my bag, they want my

They ain't wanted me, they want my bro

They ain't wanted me, they want my woe

They ain't wanted me, they want my hoe

They ain't wanted me when I was broke

Now they want my bag, they want my dope

Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke

Wonder what my swag is, who I rope

Now they want my bag, they want my quote

They ain't wanted me, they want my bro

They ain't wanted me, they want my woe

Never wanted me, they want my hoe

Never wanted me when I was broke

Then I hop out a brand new drop

Pull up to the function and your bitch is on my jock

I don’t bop, I just lean like I’m Joc

Diddy Bop, wait I mean Milly Rock

How the fuck you flex, you flying coach?

Used to be a player, now I’m coach

Balenciaga jeans, you in Coach

Diamonds mad at me, yeah, they choke

They didn't want me, they want my neck

I be pouring Act you pouring Tech

Engine in the back, what is next?

This is not an act, it’s a flex

Now they want my bag, they want my quote

Now they want a band, they want a

Now they want my bag, they want my quote

Now they want my bag, they want my

They ain't wanted me, they want my bro

They ain't wanted me, they want my woe

They ain't wanted me, they want my hoe

They ain't wanted me when I was broke

Now they want my bag, they want my dope

Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke

Wonder what my swag is, who I rope

Now they want my bag, they want my quote

They ain't wanted me, they want my bro

They ain't wanted me, they want my woe

Never wanted me, they want my hoe

Never wanted me when I was broke

Peep hole, shoot it like a free throw

Cee-Lo, like my hundreds neat though

Peephole, 40 while I sleep, hoe

Sippin' lean, take the private jet to Heathrow

They didn't want the boy, that playin' hopscotch

Now they want the boy in Saint Laurent, yeah

Switching up on friends like, "What you want?" , yeah

I remember bagging dope to make a comma

Saucin', watch a hater intervene

They wasn't there when I was hustlin' with my team

So now the Bentley be a coupe, no limousine

Chanel all on my bitch, no rockin' the McQueen

Hold up, wait a minute, outta time

Pressure brought the diamonds, they go blind

Pull up in the Bentley with my slime

They tryna fuck the squad so they could climb

Glam Boy in the picture like a pageant

Used to be a savage, do the damage

Shooter brought the sticks like this shit camping

Catch me out in public that’s not happening

Now they want my bag, they want my quote

Now they want a band, they want a

Now they want my bag, they want my quote

Now they want my bag, they want my

They ain't want me, they want my bro

They ain't want me, they want my woe

They ain't want me, they want my hoe

They ain't want me when I was broke