DUFFLE TALK Lyrics

Bitch

You know them boys ain't look out for me when I fell

But now I'm good, stackin' bread, it's been going stale

You ain't tryna suck it, go to Hell

Ain't flashin' money, bitch, this ain't no show and tell

I just keep it to myself

We going primetime

All night, my bitch ordered bonbons

I can make your dreams come to life, you say you're all mine

Ok, we get the cream but he get iced if he a small fry

Serve it to your door and you get smoked if you a fall guy

I ain't got no service, I been tryna catch this call

I'm somewhere in the mountains but I'm tryna reach my dawg

But for now I'm chillin' out, I got some dodi in my palm

And by the time that bitch was out he called wit' cash, now it's on

I ain't trippin' 'bout the past

I'ma get inside my bag

I ain't trippin' 'bout the past

I'ma get inside my bag

Get inside my bag

Bitch, my duffle bag loaded

With pints of that potion

This Trench Drip and this thick bitch keep me cozy

Like Tony, that red kick flip through the soda

No coney, we tried the shellfish by the ocean

Who that talking shit, I walk 'em down by my lonely

Now he don't exist 'cuz he nosey

Niggas come around with lame ass drip like the police

Watching from them fake pages, niggas tryna troll me

I'm having fun with this shit

I might just come full kit

We rolling Runtz off the rip

I need a lung for this shit

I gave a ton, now I'm sick

It got me stuck, feeling tense

I'm feeling like this whole time you bluff your intents

But if I don't go the whole 9, you bitch and get pissed

Well, I guess you gone be mad while niggas busy gettin' rich

I ain't trippin' 'bout the past

I'ma get inside my bag

I ain't trippin' 'bout the past

I'ma get inside my bag

Get inside my bag