Bookbag (Remix)

[Intro]
What does "SLATT" mean?
Slime Love All The Time?

[Chorus]
I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag
Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad
Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad
Or you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass
Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass
Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?"
I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped (Talk too much)
Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up (Goofy ass)
I can makе four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?"
I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch?

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
'Fore I go brokе like Joc
Fuck with that dog like Vick (Roof)
Not that rock, that pit'
Palm Angels down to my sock
Can't hold my Glock, reason I don't really like that shit (Nigga, I don't)
Young turnt nigga, can't wife no bitch (At all)
Excuse my French, don't like no bitch (Nope)
Limo tinted, all five of my cars, yeah, I had it hard
Seen my bitch broke bad, I ain't had a heart
Skrrt, yeah, that's us
Two-tone AP, yeah, I'm bust
Got the head from her, I ain't even wanna fuck (Fuck her)
Why? Slut, bye (Fuck on)
Nothin' on me from Saks, everything Revive
Old nigga tellin' on bro, should've died
No, he ain't kill 'em, dawg, he ain't even try
Still'll bet my last shootin' dice in the hood
Take who chain? Nah bitch, not Dugg's
Probably in somethin' fast with a Glock in the hood
Courtside tickets, spillin' Wock' on the wood

[Chorus]
I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag
Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad
Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad
Or you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass
Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass
Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?"
I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped (Talk too much)
Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up (Goofy ass)
I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?"
I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch?

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I'ma turn it up a lil' more this time
Used to dream about gettin' it, now I got it, I don't drive
I had a spot like The Varsity, what'll you have?
You buy twenty, I'll front what you buy
I put on drip, I believe I can I fly
Niggas know that I'm rich, but they know not to try
I had a show in Detroit and I stopped at Revive
And spent fifty on all the guys
All of these hoes in these stores make commission
And plus I'ma tip 'em, they holdin' my size
Get in your car and just put on your flashers
And follow the hearse since you say you gon' ride
'Cause somebody gon' die if they fuck with us
Turn a five to a dime, that's a double up
Fuck around, walk through church with my double cup
This shit a habit, I'm prayin' I give it up
Tiger stay with the wood, make 'em give it up
Know I ran through a mil' every week coppin' weed
Bruh beat the charge, I can get me some sleep
Got a backend to pick up, I won't even leave
Run it up, fuck around, give the 'Vette to DT
Keep a hotboy with me, I got love for BG
Chasin' this paper since twelve or thirteen
Runnin' 'round in these streets, it was me and Marquise

[Chorus]
I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag
Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad
Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad
Or you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass
Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass
Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?"
I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped (Talk too much)
Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up (Goofy ass)
I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?"
I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch?

[Verse 3: Big
Kay
Beezy]
And my coupe automatic like fuck is a clutch?
And you still rocking Pac
Sun, boy, you a bum
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smoking broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish
Kush in my pocket, this shit hella smelly
Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bitch hot and ready
Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts
And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt
Niggas been so-called lookin' for me
'Fore I hide from a nigga, I'm poppin' him first
If you my bitch, then you gotta be pretty and with it
Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse"
Fuck up your life like some crack or a curse
Got a bitch with a pipe in the back of the vert
Thinking shit sweet could turn matters to worse
Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse
Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc'
Front like he got it, we rob him, that's merch
Go through his wallet and all of his merch
Fuck what you call it, I call it some work
And I'm constantly balling like Caris Le
Vert
I ain't fuckin' her raw even off of this Perc' (Ayy)

[Verse 4: Polo G]
Catch him in traffic, go ape and gorilla (Skrrt)
Pull up, we scorin' like Damian Lillard
He say he ain't mean it, well, ain't he a killer?
This clip make him dance like he makin' a Triller
Love it so much, he just makin' it realer
Was tough on the 'net, now his face in a Swisher (Bitch)
Lil' bro a quarterback, keep throwin' bullets
Hot shit in his stomach, start bakin' his liver
All of my lil' niggas earthquake gang
'Cause they tryna make somethin' shake off a jigga
I'm from up north, droppin' rakes with the hitter (Gang, gang, gang)
Ten licks in the field like we play for the Steelers
Back in the day, I'd snooze off the drank
Double cup with the gang, drop an eight in a pitcher
Come on the block and we passed her around
Heard you lovin' that ho and you faithfully kissin' (Hah)
They know my shit ringin' all through the city
They speak on my name, but that's only assumptions (Bitch)
I go by Capalot, I used to post up at West off the X lookin' ugly or somethin' (Gang, gang, gang)
Roll with some real ones, free Lil Jo and Wooski
'Cause bitch niggas know how my brothers was comin'
Ball like I'm Ed and I'm shootin' like Lil Bid
And I'm just gon' do it like Dirk when I'm stuntin'
I told my shorties to empty them clips
They said, "Big bro, we ain't suit up for nothin'"
Shots from this pump, like Lil Ricky, he runnin'
Uh, blow this four-oh like a trumpet (Boom-boom)
It ain't no question my lil' bro a dog
He gon' leave shit on the floor when he dumpin'
Might make the news or somethin' for thinkin' shit sweet
Caught a shot to the face, now he skunkin'

[Verse 5: Da
Baby]
Yeah, I'm lacin' up strings in them Jordans (Huh?)
I like to wear Gucci with Forces
Your freak wanna fuck because you not important (Okay)
I'm the prettiest chocolate nigga that's alive
Nestlé tried to give me endorsement (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna talk, but I don't got the time
I'ma have to give an appointment (Brr)
If you don't set appointments, then pop up (Yeah)
Free my big cousin Doshman, he locked up (Okay, let's go)
Know them shits used to come in the trash bag (Huh?)
Think the nigga pulled up on a box truck (Uh)
We gon' pull up like Trump (Fuck Trump)
It's on me right now, fuck the trunk (Yeah)
My little bitch is so bad (Mmh)
Keep the lights on, I fuck from the front (Ayy, bae)
Drop a pin, I'ma

[Chorus]
I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag
Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad
Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad
Or you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass
Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass
Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?"
I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped (Talk too much)
Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up (Goofy ass)
I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?"
I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch?
I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag
Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad
Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad
Or you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass
Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass
Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?"
I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped