8th Bookbag ft. Heyitsjohnny! Lyrics

Shit, damn, I keep the, ooh

My book bag, I keep the 8th in the back of my book bag

I'm on a plane but I'm not getting jet lagged

Out with your bitch, and I'm heading down south

I hit up the plug, when I'm going that way, that route

Bitch don't get her way, she pout

I run to the bank, grab a large amount

I'm serving more niggas than In-N-Out

Feel like Hasselhoff, I'm swimming now

I'm swimming up, put the ceiling down

Put that blunt up, put the feelings down

Pick the mic up, you can hear me now

I'm turnt up and I'm turning down

Four wheel flat, and I'm driving with no tag

Couldn't even tell it was me, I move too fast

City to city, I wanna see how you do that

I still got the 8th in the back of my book bag

Goddamn Johnny how the hell you forget that

Grab me the paper in the back, not the zig-zag

I keep it safe in the place you ain't been at

Talking all this, I ain't taking me a hit yet

Pull up to the door, but I'm not doing door dash

Watch what you say about me, getcha backlash

If I say 12, then I might do a four flat

Big motherfucker right here, yeah, I tote that

Nigga walk around with a Glock in the moped

Nigga music ass I wouldn't even promote that

Shit damn, damn, damn

It was just me and my book bag was just posted at the crib like Rugrat

No cap throw it back girl you know I love that

She say she love me I say Fuck that

My name La Head baby gone head suck that Oh

Bitch I'm a G, bitch I'm a G like E-S-T(Est Gee)

And you know my phone on DND

I used to walk the street with my bookbag now we pulling up in a fleet

I'm in my bag and we deep, the passenger seat that's my freak for the week

Flew to the west shipped a pack to the east

It's a reason I ride with the heat

My bitch vegan she don't wanna meet(meat)

Rapping and fashion I do it with ease

Walk in smelling like money, sex, and creed

We toast it up in the v.i.p.

Pinky up when I sip it like a P.I.M.P

I don't fuck with no Gucci this Givenchy

Givenchy put her in a new bag, if you want smoke tell a nigga let's match

I be on the road told her please don't get attached, was a long way from home but I'm back in the trap

Like even when I'm gone do you got my back? Did it on my own had to stack up some racks

Cause no I ain't going out sad, so I gotta stay on point like Nash

I been in my bag

I been

I been in my

I been in my bag

I been

I been in my

I been in my bag