"giftbag" lyrics
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na
Nigga, get off my dick
Then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch
I ain't come in to chitchat
I been on hunt for chips
I would just chill, I miss that
Brodie done lost his bitch
Nigga, come get your lick back
Nigga, get off my dick
Then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch
I ain't come in to chitchat
I been on hunt for chips
I would just chill, I miss that
Brodie done lost his bitch
Nigga, come get your lick back
Nigga, come get your lick back
I'm where the chips at
Zelle in the cut, where the zip at?
Throw the sack, I'ma split that
Boy, you a ho, better fix that
Rockin' Vans, had 'em mismatched
Knew that I wasn't gon' switch back
Now I can't even sit back
I'ma turn up the degree (Hey)
Then blow like I'm walkin' with heat
Said he ain't see no motion, ain't talkin' to me
Niggas imposter to me
Know they standin' him up, bruh, he not on his feet (Bitch)
I been too sharp, I can see
I been crankin' the raps, I been crankin' the beats
So that hundred percent come to me, like
Nigga, get off my dick (What?)
Then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch
I ain't come in to chitchat
I been on hunt for chips
I would just chill, I miss that
Brodie done lost his bitch
Nigga, come get your lick back
Nigga, get off my dick
Then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch
I ain't come in to chitchat
I been on hunt for chips
I would just chill, I miss that
Brodie done lost his bitch
Nigga, come get your lick, lick
Nigga, get off my dick
Nigga, get off my dick
Nigga, get off my dick
(Then get out my gift bag)
Nigga, get off my dick
(Then get out my gift)
Don't give a fuck 'bout no risk, ain't tryna slip back
Don't got no cuts, shit mad crisp, where my wrist at?
I'm in a rush, can't be sick, I won't get back
'Cause I'ma touch all my dreams, not no kickback
So get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag (Bitch)
Bitch, get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag (Bitch)
Bitch, get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag
Bitch, get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag, yeah
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na (Bitch)
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na
Nigga, get off my dick
Then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch
I ain't come in to chitchat
I been on hunt for chips
I would just chill, I miss that
Brodie done lost his bitch
Nigga, come get your lick back
Nigga, get off my dick
Then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch
I ain't come in to chitchat
I been on hunt for chips
I would just chill, I miss that
Brodie done lost his bitch
Nigga, come get your lick back
Nigga, come get your lick back
I'm where the chips at
Zelle in the cut, where the zip at?
Throw the sack, I'ma split that
Boy, you a ho, better fix that
Rockin' Vans, had 'em mismatched
Knew that I wasn't gon' switch back
Now I can't even sit back
I'ma turn up the degree (Hey)
Then blow like I'm walkin' with heat
Said he ain't see no motion, ain't talkin' to me
Niggas imposter to me
Know they standin' him up, bruh, he not on his feet (Bitch)
I been too sharp, I can see
I been crankin' the raps, I been crankin' the beats
So that hundred percent come to me, like
Nigga, get off my dick (What?)
Then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch
I ain't come in to chitchat
I been on hunt for chips
I would just chill, I miss that
Brodie done lost his bitch
Nigga, come get your lick back
Nigga, get off my dick
Then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch
I ain't come in to chitchat
I been on hunt for chips
I would just chill, I miss that
Brodie done lost his bitch
Nigga, come get your lick, lick
Nigga, get off my dick
Nigga, get off my dick
Nigga, get off my dick
(Then get out my gift bag)
Nigga, get off my dick
(Then get out my gift)
Don't give a fuck 'bout no risk, ain't tryna slip back
Don't got no cuts, shit mad crisp, where my wrist at?
I'm in a rush, can't be sick, I won't get back
'Cause I'ma touch all my dreams, not no kickback
So get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag (Bitch)
Bitch, get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag (Bitch)
Bitch, get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag
Bitch, get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag, yeah
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na
Da-na-na-na-na, da-na (Bitch)
Writer(s): Marcus Morton, Willie Scott
