Bookbag

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?
 And my coupe automatic like fuck is a clutch?
 And you still rocking PacSun, 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 half on 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 LeVert
 I ain't fuckin' her raw even off of this Perc'