Baby Bro

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    Now they want my bag, they want my quote
    Now they want a band, they want a
    Now they want my bag, they want my quote
    Now they want my bag, they want my
    They ain't wanted me, they want my bro
    They ain't wanted me, they want my woe
    They ain't wanted me, they want my hoe
    They ain't wanted me when I was broke
    Now they want my bag, they want my dope
    Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke
    Wonder what my swag is, who I rope
    Now they want my bag, they want my quote
    They ain't wanted me, they want my bro
    They ain't wanted me, they want my woe
    Never wanted me, they want my hoe
    Never wanted me when I was broke

    Then I hop out a brand new drop
    Pull up to the function and your bitch is on my jock
    I don’t bop, I just lean like I’m Joc
    Diddy Bop, wait I mean Milly Rock
    How the fuck you flex, you flying coach?
    Used to be a player, now I’m coach
    Balenciaga jeans, you in Coach
    Diamonds mad at me, yeah, they choke
    They didn't want me, they want my neck
    I be pouring Act you pouring Tech
    Engine in the back, what is next?
    This is not an act, it’s a flex

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    Now they want my bag, they want my quote
    Now they want a band, they want a
    Now they want my bag, they want my quote
    Now they want my bag, they want my
    They ain't wanted me, they want my bro
    They ain't wanted me, they want my woe
    They ain't wanted me, they want my hoe
    They ain't wanted me when I was broke
    Now they want my bag, they want my dope
    Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke
    Wonder what my swag is, who I rope
    Now they want my bag, they want my quote
    They ain't wanted me, they want my bro
    They ain't wanted me, they want my woe
    Never wanted me, they want my hoe
    Never wanted me when I was broke

    Peep hole, shoot it like a free throw
    Cee-Lo, like my hundreds neat though
    Peephole, 40 while I sleep, hoe
    Sippin' lean, take the private jet to Heathrow
    They didn't want the boy, that playin' hopscotch
    Now they want the boy in Saint Laurent, yeah
    Switching up on friends like, "What you want?" , yeah
    I remember bagging dope to make a comma
    Saucin', watch a hater intervene
    They wasn't there when I was hustlin' with my team
    So now the Bentley be a coupe, no limousine
    Chanel all on my bitch, no rockin' the McQueen
    Hold up, wait a minute, outta time
    Pressure brought the diamonds, they go blind
    Pull up in the Bentley with my slime
    They tryna fuck the squad so they could climb
    Glam Boy in the picture like a pageant
    Used to be a savage, do the damage
    Shooter brought the sticks like this shit camping
    Catch me out in public that’s not happening

    Now they want my bag, they want my quote
    Now they want a band, they want a
    Now they want my bag, they want my quote
    Now they want my bag, they want my
    They ain't want me, they want my bro
    They ain't want me, they want my woe
    They ain't want me, they want my hoe
    They ain't want me when I was broke

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