Baguette’s lyrics

[Intro]
(Everything Mvjor)

[Chorus: Booka600]
I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad b*tches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his b*tch and went to nailed her
b*tch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a b*tch that say she don't wanna f*ck again

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Don't none of my diamonds be SI's
I bought some Cartiers just for my left eye
Killin' on the Southside, money on the Westside
Hustler, I could sell Popeyes to Popeyes
I got it out the mud, I ain't never had sh*t
Gang, gang, gang, n*ggas know what it is
Hermes rag when I wipe my tears
Carat and carat sh*t in my ear
And I go Johnny, ain't goin' no veneers
I see Lil D when I look in the mirror
Lam' truck, I ain't gotta pop it in gear
Hurtin' my mom only thing that I fear
And that sh*t scary
Fake n*ggas real, let 'em tell it
My pockets got like Jared
But this ain't Subway
I'ma keep my nine just like RJ Barrett
[Chorus: Booka600 & King Von]
I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad b*tches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his b*tch and went to nailed her
b*tch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a b*tch that say she don't wanna f*ck again (Von)

[Verse 2: King Von]
I'm King Von from the O
The dirty lil' boy, used to sleep on the floor
The same lil' n*gga chased dawg by the store
And now I got a mil', n*gga, I'm the G.O.A.T.
Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat
My gun hot like I got it out the stove
Your b*tch weak, won't touch that ho
Free Cdai, Numba9, D-Rose
Bangman, Duke, can't forget Ebo (Uh-huh)
Them my bros, O Block, 6-O (Uh-huh)
They with me everywhere I go
You better know if I blow, he blow
Me and White White was posted up at the store
Me and L'A was drillin' sh*t when it was cold
Reminiscing on the days when we was close
I love both sides, just to let you know
[Chorus: Booka600]
I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad b*tches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his b*tch and went to nailed her
b*tch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a b*tch that say she don't wanna f*ck again