Today Lyrics

I need a bag today

Tell Pablo to pass the plate

Who the fuck ima rob Today

Which opp ima spot today

Which thot ima smash today

Who copied my style today

I'm getting him out the way

I update like Monterey

I need a bag today

Tell Pablo to pass the plate

Who the fuck ima rob Today

Which opp ima spot today

Which thot ima smash today

Who copied my style today

I'm getting him out the way

I update like Monterey

My opps they stuck in place

My momma said ima be great

In these streets you can't fuck up yo face

I was broke that shit left a bad taste

I'm cutting the tounge off a snake

Can't stop me from getting this pape

Lil bitch wanna fuck for lace uhh

I just want the top like a lace front

They want smoke but they hit like a vape

Put me last I still came in first place

Ran it up came from minimum wage

I done been in her guts for some days

The reviews to her friends gone be rave

Keep a stick wherever i lay

Cause these niggas they tend to be fake

They hate when you count up in the face

Riding on a opp block 10 shots

Yeah I want you gone lil nigga

Riding with a big glock nolock

And I won't ever take pictures

You do too much talking you ain't really no hitter

I know them niggas pussy i ain't arguing with em

On my way to the bag today

And nan pussy nigga can't stop the play

I need a bag today

Tell Pablo to pass the plate

Who the fuck ima rob Today

Which opp ima spot today

Which thot ima smash today

Who copied my style today

I'm getting him out the way

I update like Monterey

I need a bag today

Tell Pablo to pass the plate

Who the fuck ima rob Today

Which opp ima spot today

Which thot ima smash today

Who copied my style today

I'm getting him out the way

I update like Monterey

Yeah I update like I was an app yeah

These bitches they throwing it back uhh

Them niggas they cap in the rap uhh

Uhh them niggas ain't living like that

Yeah she wanna be right where I'm at

Uhh she all these rickety racks

And I'm bussing her right from the back

Pull on her hair yeah fuck up the tracks

Popped a yerk now I'm feeling relaxed

Hit her once now she getting attached

Took his shit he could come buy it back

I was 10 when I first sold a pack

Turned 11 I got me a Mac

So much cash they think it's a hack

Sipping on wok wish it was act

I don't really talk

I just go to blasting