LYRIC
I got my bag, I went to the sky
You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie
If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die
I got them bags, could be your supply
Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy
Smoking exotic, you know I stay high
These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying
Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly
I got my bag, I went to the sky
You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie
If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die
I got them bags, could be your supply
Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy
Smoking exotic, you know I stay high
These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying [Verse 1: Lil Reek] And this shit, can't tell it didn't come in my size
Bad bitch and you know she a dime
She hop in the car, we gon' go take a ride
Hope, yeah, she can catch some of these vibes
I'm a young nigga, I can't spend no time
And this shit wasn't easy, I stayed on my grind
I went got a bag, I didn't waste no time
All of these niggas be capping and lying
Put 'em straight 'cross the head, they know that I'm sliding
And you know just how them slides slide
Get a bag every time I get bagged for a show
And I'm selling that bitch out
And I'm the flyest young nigga you know
Four pockets full, I'ma cash out
Rackades on me everywhere I go
Glizzy on me, I'ma air it out
Maybach big as fuck
Fly car in the parking lot
Big house with the marble floor
I remember that time when we got put out
Days trapping in front of that store
Now I got hella bags in the spot
And the hoes just came in and they finna go out [Chorus: Lil Reek] Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly
I got my bag, I went to the sky
You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie
If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die
I got them bags, could be your supply
Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy
Smoking exotic, you know I stay high
These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying
Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly
I got my bag, I went to the sky
You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie
If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die
I got them bags, could be your supply
Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy
Smoking exotic, you know I stay high
These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying [Verse 2: Roy Woods] Yeah, fifteen hundred for the Louboutins
My lil' mama just bought some Gucci, yeah
Bugs Bunny, I got them carats, yeah
Smoking Wedding Cake, rolling that sticky icky
His girlfriend wan' come take a flicky flicky
Use a magnifying glass, ain't no bitch is in me
We fuck hoes, ain't no loving them
Approach niggas, ain't no dodging them
My talks are too short, there's no argument
Bought a plain jane and I flooded it
Look at these niggas, they all for the 'Gram
All of my bitches is private on the 'Gram
Told all of my hitters stay far from the man
Move to la, now the parties in the mansion
She popping pills all in my mansion
Spent three thousand dollars on my glasses
Ain't no way that I can see a bad bitch
Said she comes from Europe and she speak German so she got an accent
Fuck with a nigga from the 6, ain't leaving no doubt, all my niggas blasting (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Lil Reek] Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly
I got my bag, I went to the sky
You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie
If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die
I got them bags, could be your supply
Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy
Smoking exotic, you know I stay high
These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying
Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly
I got my bag, I went to the sky
You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie
If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die
I got them bags, could be your supply
Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy
Smoking exotic, you know I stay high
These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying [Outro: Roy Woods] Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
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