Baguette's

(Everything Mvjor)

I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller

Two bad b***hes, but they dead to me like callus

And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish

Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes

I got my hammer on me, see his b**h and went to nailed her

B***h, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons

And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar

Never have I hit a b***h that say she don't wanna f**k again

Don't none of my diamonds be SI's

I bought some Cartiers just for my left eye

Killin' on the Southside, money on the Westside

Hustler, I could sell Popeyes to Popeyes

I got it out the mud, I ain't never had shit

Gang, gang, gang, niggas know what it is

Hermes rag when I wipe my tears

Carat and carat shit in my ear

And I go Johnny, ain't goin' no veneers

I see Lil D when I look in the mirror

Lam' truck, I ain't gotta pop it in gear

Hurtin' my mom only thing that I fear

And that shit scary

Fake niggas real, let 'em tell it

My pockets got like Jared

But this ain't Subway

I'ma keep my nine just like RJ Barrett

I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller

Two bad b***hes, but they dead to me like callus

And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish

Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes

I got my hammer on me, see his b***h and went to nailed her

B***h, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons

And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar

Never have I hit a b***h that say she don't wanna f**k again (Von)

I'm King Von from the O

The dirty lil' boy, used to sleep on the floor

The same lil' nigga chased dawg by the store

And now I got a mil', nigga, I'm the G.O.A.T.

Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat

My gun hot like I got it out the stove

Your b***h weak, won't touch that ho

Free Cdai, Numba9, D-Rose

Bangman, Duke, can't forget Ebo (Uh-huh)

Them my bros, O Block, 6-O (Uh-huh)

They with me everywhere I go

You better know if I blow, he blow

Me and White White was posted up at the store

Me and L'A was drillin' shit when it was cold

Reminiscing on the days when we was close

I love both sides, just to let you know

I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller

Two bad b***hes, but they dead to me like callus

And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish

Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes

I got my hammer on me, see his b***h and went to nailed her

B***h, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons

And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar

Never have I hit a b***h that say she don't wanna f**k again