"Episode 207" lyrics
Duffel Bag Hottie & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
They say identity is a prison, you can never escape
But the way to redeem your past, you'll have to run from it
But they try to understand it, and use it as a foundation to grow
Real talk
You are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choices
I just talked to Wes about the Lambo' and the chess I'm eating' good
Flippin macro patties and playin' chess
That flippin' work, I was acrobatic, I play the steps I'm spinnin' yards
Niggas rappin' they verse, they bang on they chest
So that's your bitch
[?]
I take a piss on his burial
Why is Mopsa's sweet chariot
The spit said you's out of bacon
Why you actin' so arrogant
I told her it's the racks that I'm carryin'
I'm strapped
Like a terrorist, pussy pour out my back
You ain't serious
I have power licks, spinnin' the bag all in
Darien, rockin' the stage in
Foreign shit
Smokin' gas while I'm wearing a Dixie
Duffle top, top five in the game
I'm speaking facts on my chain, don't ever speak of a rat
On my name, on my plug in safe
Still in the trap wearing thangs I know killers that's
Giving out head tabs, not a grave niggas
I'm running up his bag until I'm in a Wraith I'm in a
USP thug and I'm still East End
Hitting on these corny rappers
Niggas in the way
My first day on the turf
They gon' be booking shows
She like to get up on this face
She don't got a rose
Niggas missing all his breesh I gotta go
My ex been dying
For get backs
He smashing homies out of spite I'm born probably fights
My new bitch worn out
She rock at night
I told her let me live
All my shooters strapped
What cigs
Pull up to the low and get your shit snatched like Freddy Gibbs
They Glocked me up, in the feds, the game feels rigged I ball like Jason Kidd
There's only lawyer soldiers at my crib
They got me on the yard, doing jumping jacks in Navy Seals
My celly from Brooklyn, niggas locked for eighty kills
I missed a shady deal
But all the local rappers pay me feel
My verse'll'll give you chills
My grip is in a bag
I pay a bill, stacks
A couple million off rap, that's what my team earned
Buckshot to tear up his flesh, look like wingworm
Shawty eat sperm, she suckin' savage in her knees, burn
It's a ladder on the glizzy, I caught him clappin' after three turns
Re-roll up opps and then the trees burn
Before I'm finished with her, I'll pull off a wig and she gon' need a perm
I'm burnin' up this bag until I met a Wraith I been in this
USP ducking
I'm still eating steak
Shitting on these corny rappers niggas they away
My first day on a turf
They gon' be booking shows
She like to get up on this stage
She don't got a rose
Niggas missing all the streets
Shit I gotta go
But the way to redeem your past, you'll have to run from it
But they try to understand it, and use it as a foundation to grow
Real talk
You are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choices
I just talked to Wes about the Lambo' and the chess I'm eating' good
Flippin macro patties and playin' chess
That flippin' work, I was acrobatic, I play the steps I'm spinnin' yards
Niggas rappin' they verse, they bang on they chest
So that's your bitch
[?]
I take a piss on his burial
Why is Mopsa's sweet chariot
The spit said you's out of bacon
Why you actin' so arrogant
I told her it's the racks that I'm carryin'
I'm strapped
Like a terrorist, pussy pour out my back
You ain't serious
I have power licks, spinnin' the bag all in
Darien, rockin' the stage in
Foreign shit
Smokin' gas while I'm wearing a Dixie
Duffle top, top five in the game
I'm speaking facts on my chain, don't ever speak of a rat
On my name, on my plug in safe
Still in the trap wearing thangs I know killers that's
Giving out head tabs, not a grave niggas
I'm running up his bag until I'm in a Wraith I'm in a
USP thug and I'm still East End
Hitting on these corny rappers
Niggas in the way
My first day on the turf
They gon' be booking shows
She like to get up on this face
She don't got a rose
Niggas missing all his breesh I gotta go
My ex been dying
For get backs
He smashing homies out of spite I'm born probably fights
My new bitch worn out
She rock at night
I told her let me live
All my shooters strapped
What cigs
Pull up to the low and get your shit snatched like Freddy Gibbs
They Glocked me up, in the feds, the game feels rigged I ball like Jason Kidd
There's only lawyer soldiers at my crib
They got me on the yard, doing jumping jacks in Navy Seals
My celly from Brooklyn, niggas locked for eighty kills
I missed a shady deal
But all the local rappers pay me feel
My verse'll'll give you chills
My grip is in a bag
I pay a bill, stacks
A couple million off rap, that's what my team earned
Buckshot to tear up his flesh, look like wingworm
Shawty eat sperm, she suckin' savage in her knees, burn
It's a ladder on the glizzy, I caught him clappin' after three turns
Re-roll up opps and then the trees burn
Before I'm finished with her, I'll pull off a wig and she gon' need a perm
I'm burnin' up this bag until I met a Wraith I been in this
USP ducking
I'm still eating steak
Shitting on these corny rappers niggas they away
My first day on a turf
They gon' be booking shows
She like to get up on this stage
She don't got a rose
Niggas missing all the streets
Shit I gotta go
