Bottega Bag

[Intro]

(Babyyyy)

Bottega bag stuffed with three hundred racks (Yeah)

Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatched (Yeah)

They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back (Glizock)

I've gave my uncle a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataracts (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Bottega bag stuffed with three hundred racks

Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatched

They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back

I've gave my uncle a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataracts (Yeah)

I've been busy with these racks

Strapped up likе the Men in Black (Fah, fah)

I fucked hеr once, now she attached

Glizock slammin' shit like Shaq (Yeah)

Chiropractor, work her back (I work)

She keep callin' me a snack

You know my rearview mirror broke (Broke)

Nigga, ain't no turnin' back (The fuck?)

[Verse]

Call me "Mr. stand on wax" (Wax)

Yeah, You know I handle business (Yeah, Glizock)

Told this bitch play with your pussy (Your pussy)

If not that, play with your children (Yeah)

Play with La Familia, shit'll get serious (Ayy)

When you get richer, niggas get weirder

Pink and yellow diamonds like tropical skittles (Ayy)

These niggas Malcom, all in the middle (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, all in the way

These niggas soft, crème brûlée (Ayy)

I be hustlin', 25/8 (Yup)

Never gave a fuck what nobody gotta to say (Ayy)

These niggas broke, this shit a disgrace

Ayy, how is you broke? You should be ashamed (Ashamed)

Real P-I-M-P, might get me a cane

I feel like a scarecrow, I want some brain (Brains)

Right now (Right now), uh (Yeah)

Fucked around fell asleep countin'

Cutthroat, can't let myself down (Cutthroat)

Tryna hang on this end, might drown (Drown)

Get-back gang, turns smiles into frowns (Yeah)

I get money without a doubt (No doubt)

These niggas lids, these niggas cap (Cap)

All that fairytale shit he rap (Hey)

I don't even know why he put that shit out (The fuck?)

This ain't my bitch, but I'm all in her mouth (Ayy, mouth)

I'm from South Memphis, she lovin' my pimpin' (Yeah)

I just left the bank with a large amount

In the club with a snub nose, Scottie Pippen (Fah)

I don't even bring my hoes to the house

I fuck them in the car, my nigga, I'm different

I told 'em keep it on d-low

You got a drop, then get in with me

[Bridge]

Three hundred racks (Racks, racks), stuffed in my Bottega bag (Yeah)

If you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like it Saks (Yeah)

Cuzzo still up in the kitchen (Skrrt, skrrt), you know he all about a sack (Yeah)

I flew to my city, they like "It's the return of the Mack" (Yeah)

Three hundred racks stuffed in my Bottega bag

If you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like it's Saks

Cuzzo still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sack

I flew to my city, they like "It's the return of the Mack" (Return of the Mack)

[Chorus]

Bottega bag stuffed with three hundred racks (Yeah)

Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her way snatched (Yeah)

They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back

I've gave my uncle a blunt of what's-his-name, It's for his cataracts (Yeah)

I've been busy with these racks

Strapped up like the Men in Black (Fah, fah)

I fucked her once, now she attached

Glizock slammin' shit like Shaq (Yeah)

Chiropractor, work her back (Work)

She keep callin' me a snack

You know my rearview mirror broke

Nigga, ain't no turnin' back

[Outro]

(The fuck?)

Yeah

(Oh, oh, uh, Ross)

(Ramy on the beat)