Birkin Bag Lyrics

Birkin bag bitch for my other hoe I know she mad

Nigga steady talking like a gangster we don't know his ass

Pull up on him hit em with the stick we gone show his ass

And I keep a bitch know she rich don't need no only fans

We ain't never going broke yeah I keep me bout 100 bands

Got the stick got the choppa make a nigga do the running man

If you wanna go to war with me you need you bout 100 men

Baby do you wanna cry in the Honda or the Cullinan

Drop the Lo

Nigga know we pull-up if we know it's smoke

Hit your hoe

Feeling like I'm Brent I got her on the floor

Get the door like a gentleman and know I keep a pole

Keep the score cause we real killers yeah we from the 4

Nigga know you switched up on yo brotha I'll never fold

Talking crazy on the internet I know these niggas bold

Pull up on ha put that dick up in her yeah I take her soul

Sixty nine rat ass Nigga yeah I know you told

Oh

He a rat yeah

I don't even give a fuck worried bout them racks yeah

Feeling like I'm UPS yeah I get them packs yeah

Yeah we on a nigga ass ain't talking slacks yeah

I ain't even worried bout no beef know I'm past that

Yeah If she fine with white toes I might smash that

Pull-up and we kill a Nigga ain't talking mad max

These niggas say they dogs but they Pussy with his cat ass

Let's go

Birkin bag bitch for my other hoe I know she mad

Nigga steady talking like a gangster we don't know his ass

Pull up on him hit em with the stick we gone show his ass

And I keep a bitch know she rich don't need no only fans

We ain't never going broke yeah I keep me bout 100 bands

Got the stick got the choppa make a nigga do the running man

If you wanna go to war with me you need you bout 100 men

Baby do you wanna cry in the Honda or the Cullinan