Birkin Bag - TRL

Camp boys, we 'bout to take over, all my niggas rich

I can’t fuck with basic hoes, like all my bitches thick

Left hand blew out, I get this and bust my other wrist

Baby quit it with the small talk, is you gon' suck the dick

Told me she gon' kill me if she catch me with another bitch

All my niggas fuck, she think she slick when all my niggas hit

We blowing dank out the wood, know it’s an opp in it

You gon' get knocked off, keep fuckin' with the opposite

Pull her to the side, put the chain on her, tryna pop this bitch

He had a way, but he lost it, he ain’t poppin' shit

Them niggas petty coppin', they ain’t never cop a zip

Niggas tried to shit on my when I ain’t have a pot to piss

You tryna cuff or lock her down you a

She wanna fuck, blow me while I drive, I got guap to get

He bought the Glock for a picture, he ain’t poppin' shit

James Harden, step back, then I get a rocket sent