1st Off

'Cause I can, nigga
 Better ask your last bitch, I keep
 Second off, quit talkin' out your, 'cause you don't keep Glock
 Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock (I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me)
 First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga
 You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga
 Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock
 Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock
 Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off
 I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off
 Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off
 Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog
 How the fuck is niggas 'bout a bag and I don't know y'all?
 All my niggas in this bitch, these my road dogs
 And all for Jody Woah, on my mama, they gon' smoke dog
 Since day one, this Bag shit been the same, nigga
 We still throw them B's for Boutabag, this ain't no gang, nigga
 And to them niggas speakin' on it, they some dick sucks
 It only take a 'Wood and 30 minutes, get your bitch fucked
 In this bitch clocked, high as fuck, I got the hiccups
 Lil' baby, put your pants on, I need my dick sucked
 Racks bustin' out these jeans, I can't lift up
 You walk around broke all day, you a sick fuck
 Racks keep fallin' through these pants, I can't pick up
 First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga
 You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga
 Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock
 Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock
 Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off
 I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off
 Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off
 Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog
 First off, all these bitches love to shake that ass to me
 We in the party goin' up, now I'm grabbin' cheeks
 Second off, baby tryna fuck, now she grabbin' meat
 I only fucked the bitch once, how she in love with me?
 Third off, bitch, don't hit this phone when I'm roadrunning
 I ain't tryna hold your hand, I'm tryna hold hundreds
 Made 'bout five, six thousand in these roadrunners
 And baby, I ain't tuckin' shit, I'm with some cold gunners
 Your bitch, I'm gon' walk past, she need some more cash
 How the fuck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?
 This shit is too nice, ten bands in two nights
 The only thing we runnin' from them red and them blue lights
 Your bitch, I'm gon' walk past, she need some more cash
 How the fuck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?
 This shit is too nice, ten bands in two nights
 The only thing we runnin' from them red and them blue lights
 First off, I be talkin' shit 'cause I can, nigga
 You better ask your last bitch, I keep bands, nigga
 Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock
 Lil' nigga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock
 Third off, niggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off
 I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off
 Four, five, six, seven bitches gettin' broke off
 Nigga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog
 Do we? Like I'm Loc Dog
 Do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog