Don't Wanna Brag

Okay [Hook] Little nigga I don't wanna brag But these bitches don't know how to act when they see the swag We in the truck, slowly in the drop Ride around the block chop and blaze watching for the cops Its always greener on the other side How you know that you can't even do it if you never tried Its plenty Remy and its plenty weed And we bout to take it to the moon baby What you Need [Verse 1] This Is How we kick it on a Monday Taking all your hoes cause you are squarer than a milk crate Better hold your blunt straight Smoking on that skunk stank Swag dripping wet like I got dumped into the dump tank Could have signed me For half price but you a month late Probably was on lunch break The laziest ones always taking them naps This ain't that, you got wack timing, you cardie is back signing Harder that a cinder block, its the december baby Repping my set I do that a lot But a ho ass nigga is something I am not I'm finding fees, baby finding them flops She got an easy East Indian but live in the Bronx Man if this is the one, if this decision is done If she's just in it for the cash, what if this bitch is a con? But these are questions that arise trying to make up your mind The one to make a nigga want to quit before he even tryin [Hook] [Verse 2] Now could it be the Rossi, The Remy, the Cliqout To have you pretending that you know what we know But we know that your steelo is below You a pidgeon, you a bird, we dont feed those You see the sax fifth on the sweatshirt She need a bag, we need a bag, so baby lets work I got a job for you I can give you the position if you want me to Its kinda like a magnet how Im drawn to you Cause all the bad bitches passing the baton to you He talk shit like the girls in the saloon would do And Im a big dog baby marmaduke We plant seed for the money then we farm the loot Po-pos took their time to swoop, my man got shot Me and the son the same age I ain't seen him in a couple years and a couple days [Hook]