CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Group Chat Remix (p.wrldarchives)
Backpack homie I got big racks
Broke boys no noise
No they do not get that
Any watch that's on my wrist I give my b*t*h that
Technically this girls not mine
I gotta give his b*t*h back
I told that hoe she can leave
But better give my sh*t back
I stay rocking skinny jeans
Like where you put your stick at
Goyard bag still on my body
That's where my clip at
I wear so much designer
I got to wear it mix matched
That boy want some beef I hit his ass right with that big mac
I don't talk with b*t*hes or no feds no time for chit chat
Don't talk bout no packs if yo broke ass not tryna flip that
Don't look at my b*t*h lil boy you know you cannot hit that (yuh)
Do not drag my name lil b*t*h nobody like that riff raff
Don't bring no pills near me if you cannot break it in half
They say Deltaa lit as f**k I said lil b*t*h I been that
Dissin on my homie say he broke you know that's big cap
My d**k in hеr mouth I broke her back I made yo b*t*h tap
You know that I'm in first you in last yеs you have been lapped
b*t*h I got these knots you know that my pockets big fat
Shot yo homie in the face man that sh*t was a big splat
Backpack homie I got big racks
Broke boys no noise
No they do not get that
Any watch that's on my wrist I give my b*t*h that
Technically this girls not mine
I gotta give his b*t*h back
I told that hoe she can leave
But better give my sh*t back
I stay rocking skinny jeans
Like where you put your stick at
Goyard bag still on my body
That's where my clip at
I wear so much designer
I got to wear it mix matched
Backpack homie I got big racks
Broke boys no noise
No they do not get that
Any watch that's on my wrist I give my b*t*h that
Technically this girls not mine
I gotta give his b*t*h back
Broke boys no noise
No they do not get that
Any watch that's on my wrist I give my b*t*h that
Technically this girls not mine
I gotta give his b*t*h back
I told that hoe she can leave
But better give my sh*t back
I stay rocking skinny jeans
Like where you put your stick at
Goyard bag still on my body
That's where my clip at
I wear so much designer
I got to wear it mix matched
That boy want some beef I hit his ass right with that big mac
I don't talk with b*t*hes or no feds no time for chit chat
Don't talk bout no packs if yo broke ass not tryna flip that
Don't look at my b*t*h lil boy you know you cannot hit that (yuh)
Do not drag my name lil b*t*h nobody like that riff raff
Don't bring no pills near me if you cannot break it in half
They say Deltaa lit as f**k I said lil b*t*h I been that
Dissin on my homie say he broke you know that's big cap
My d**k in hеr mouth I broke her back I made yo b*t*h tap
You know that I'm in first you in last yеs you have been lapped
b*t*h I got these knots you know that my pockets big fat
Shot yo homie in the face man that sh*t was a big splat
Backpack homie I got big racks
Broke boys no noise
No they do not get that
Any watch that's on my wrist I give my b*t*h that
Technically this girls not mine
I gotta give his b*t*h back
I told that hoe she can leave
But better give my sh*t back
I stay rocking skinny jeans
Like where you put your stick at
Goyard bag still on my body
That's where my clip at
I wear so much designer
I got to wear it mix matched
Backpack homie I got big racks
Broke boys no noise
No they do not get that
Any watch that's on my wrist I give my b*t*h that
Technically this girls not mine
I gotta give his b*t*h back
