COLUMBIA - AG Club

I’m a five-star nigga with a big bag

I’ve been gettin' big cake so they big mad

If the offer lookin' decent, tell 'em hit Brad

But if it’s not enough digits, don’t send that

20 years young, thinkin' 'bout a bankroll

Been a minute since they had me on the payroll

Still stackin' paper never was the main goal

I been writin' since my doppelganger dropped Peso

Never stoppin', tell the club haters they should lay low

Task force shit get you bodied, what you play for

Cult followin', they attackin' if we say so

Been wildin', my tongue shootin' like a Draco

Kung Pao chicken eatin', but I got space so

Serve me up a side of the bread with the queso

Bandman head full of dreads with the halo

Hit yo momma spot and put his shoes on her table

West side nigga, what’s the catch, what’s your angle?

Watch a nigga feet leave the floor, Chris Angel

Rip the fuckin' beak off the stork in the middle of New York

Then I make a quick bag off the cradle

I’m a nasty nigga, I read well

You can never catch me nigga, the speed real

Michael Jackson Pepsi sippin', I’m hot headed

Wish a nigga would test me, promise he won’t heal