Luggage Lyrics

If it's beef them it ain't no discussion

Double Glocks on me and they be bussing

You ain't fucking with me boy you bugging

Bullets fly like a plane now get hit with the luggage

Give this dick to ya bitch and she blushing

(Yeah Yeah Yeah)

And that hoe ain't telling nothing

(Yeah Yeah Yeah)

Said you was only her nigga in public

I be that nigga that she really wanted

She want pretty boy Emp in her stomach

Ghetto Bitch real thick with a bonnet

Stay with that pack I'm in love with that chronic

Top shelf gas ninety-three in my blunt yeah

Original backs i ain't smoking no Russians

And That's fundamental I'm Tim Duncan

Ride with that wookiee like Han Solo

And that bitch burning up like the motherfucking Ozone

Make them bleed all around like a motherfucking snow cone

And I stay with the Jones on me like CoCo (Bah)

I'm going loco

Put that nigga on ice frozone

Why can't they just stick to the bro code

Cause the niggas afraid to be vocal

If it's beef them it ain't no discussion

Double Glocks on me and they be bussing

You ain't fucking with me boy you bugging

Bullets fly like a plane now get hit with the luggage

Give this dick to ya bitch and she blushing

(Yeah Yeah Yeah)

And that hoe ain't telling nothing

(Yeah Yeah Yeah)

I stay with franks like my name Oso

Trying to go up cant always be local

Really I'm stunting on all of my old hoes

Don't hit up my phone the line is immobile

Step on my competition going global

Different color diamonds looking opal

I really rap about the shit i go through

You nigga rap it's sounding like a show tune

I slice em up nigga like baraka

So many red tips up out the knocker

Use to be a role player like Ibaka

Now all of my role players moving proper

These niggas be fake can tell by their posture

But acting on fake shit winning Oscars

I Rather be a rich nigga then be popular

Trying to eat the Ox tails with the lobsters

Ride with that wookiee like Han Solo

And that bitch burning up like the motherfucking Ozone

Make them bleed all around like a motherfucking snow cone

And I stay with the Jones on me like CoCo (Bah)

I'm going loco

Put that nigga on ice frozone

Why can't they just stick to the bro code

Cause the niggas afraid to be vocal

If it's beef them it ain't no discussion

Double Glocks on me and they be bussing

You ain't fucking with me boy you bugging

Bullets fly like a plane now get hit with the luggage

Give this dick to ya bitch and she blushing

(Yeah Yeah Yeah)

And that hoe ain't telling nothing

(Yeah Yeah Yeah)

If it's beef them it ain't no discussion

Double Glocks on me and they be bussing

You ain't fucking with me boy you bugging

Bullets fly like a plane now get hit with the luggage