10 bags not ten slags!

Got tens bags, not ten slags

 

He just get her bigger bags

Slow my roll like brake pads

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Turned into a shark and i got that from all this dc crabs

Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps

 

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Or just another one of my black jesus traps.