izyblow bank bag

With such an ugly picture in it and
Trying to rob my lyrical bank,
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps
I just want 7 figures in my bank
Spend the night with me, we'll talk and
Got a scholarship, my bags were packed
To reds i ain't know how to act
You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live
Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,
Maybe i should pack my bags and go
Word, absence will make the heart grow
For 5 grand, with intentions to expand
Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,
Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show
Maybe i should pack my bags and go




And i'm just being honest
The bags have been packed and zipped
I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
Maybe i should pack my bags and go
That's why she in the club like fuck it, though
Maybe i should pack my bags and go
And i did the video for really though
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax
The faker they shakin' my hand
Im focused on a bigger bank
I just write that right by a mic stand
Need some money?break the bank




Maybe i should pack my bags and go
Get rough with me, that night flow
They could never understand
Im focused on a bigger bank
But fuck all you scum bags
In that pretty red dress, let's dance
Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
The mirror, bags under my eyes,
And when i start to rise
Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last
Taking money out the piggy bank
And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags
We getting money, you can face the facts
In a convoy to the bank
Stack in his hand trynna make that last




The mirror, bags under my eyes,
Turn to the side, let me see them thighs
It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest
If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list
It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance
Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags
I can feel your heart beating fast
Taking money out the piggy bank
Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast
Im focused on a bigger bank
Lay low youll make bank roll
De la soul is from the soul
So much class, double d’s and ass
Money in the bank gotta have
Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin



I want millions of body bags
If i don't make that man there dance
Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats
I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//
Trying to rob my lyrical bank,
Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast
Taking money out the piggy bank
You stood me up and i understand
That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though
Maybe i should pack my bags and go
De la soul is from the soul
Lay low youll make bank roll
For 5 grand, with intentions to expand
I just want 7 figures in my bank




That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
I just want 7 figures in my bank
Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast
Got a scholarship, my bags were packed
Why i had white bags in my backpack
In the house, holla back
Crawls right down the crack of your ass
Money in the bank gotta have
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
Im focused on a bigger bank
Maybe i should pack my bags and go
I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though
It's apart of her goal
Lay low youll make bank roll
Cause even thugs get lonely, understand
Taking money out the piggy bank