BigKayBeezy, Polo G | Bookbag 2.0 (Lyrics)

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Bookbag 2.0
BigKayBeezy x Polo G

BigKayBeezy, Polo G - Bookbag 2.0 (Lyrics)

I don’t got a pencil, or pen in this bookbag,
Added like ten, to the clip, ’cause it look bad,
Don’t give a fuck, if you pissed, nigga, get mad!
Or you can bitch, and get killed, with your bitch ass,
Lil’ bro got blood on his shirt, with his Crip ass,
Go write a diss, and get murked, don’t do shit ass,
Bitch, I’m a star, I might burst with my stiff ass,
Hop out the car like,
“Who want it? Who with that?”
I don’t know nothin’, I was gone, when they did that,
Bandana, wrapped where my chrome, and my wig at,
If he want beef, hit his home, with a Big Mac,
Niggas be breaking the code, like a Kit-Kat,
Runnin’ your mouth like a ho, get you bitch-slapped! (Talk too much!)

 

Actin’ too tough, get your bitch wrapped up, (Goofy ass!)
I can make four blunts, out a bitch like her,
I’m rollin’ Backwoods,
What the fuck is a dutch?
And my coupe automatic like,
Fuck is a clutch?
And you still rocking PacSun, boy, you a bum,
Could’ve bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm,
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan,
I’m smoking broccoli, countin’ up lettuce,
In love with the Glock, I think I got a fetish,
Kush in my pocket, this shit hella smelly,
Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bitch hot and ready,
Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts,
And go pull out the shovels, and water the dirt,

Niggas been so-called, lookin’ for me,
‘Fore I hide from a nigga, I’m poppin’ him first,
If you my bitch, then you gotta be pretty, and with it,
Like, “Babe, put the Glock in your purse!”
Fuck up your life, like some crack, or a curse,
Got a bitch with a pipe, in the back of the vert,*
Thinking shit sweet, could turn matters to worse,
Go from Cadillac trucks, to a Cadillac hearse,
Act like you poppin’, get popped like a Perc’,
Front like he got it, we rob him, that’s Merch,
Go through his wallet, and all of his Merch,
Fuck what you call it, I call it some work,
And I’m constantly balling, like Caris LeVert,
I ain’t fuckin’ her raw, even off of this Perc’,

 

Aye!
Catch him in traffic, go ape and gorilla, (Skrrt!)
Pull up, we scorin’, like Damian Lillard,
He say he ain’t mean it, well, ain’t he a killer?
This clip make him dance, like he makin’ a Triller,
Love it so much, he just makin’ it realer,
Was tough on the ‘net, now his face in a Swisher, (Bitch!)
Lil’ bro a quarterback, keep throwin’ bullets,
Hot shit in his stomach, start bakin’ his liver,
All of my lil’ niggas, earthquake gang,
‘Cause they tryna make somethin’, shake off a jigga,
I’m from up north, droppin’ rakes with the hitter, (Gang, gang, gang!)
Ten licks in the field, like we play for the Steelers,

Back in the day, I’d snooze off the drank,
Double-cub with the gang, drop an eight in a pitcher,
Come on the block, and we passed her around,
Heard you lovin’ that h,o and you faithfully kissin’, (Ha!)
They know my shit ringin’, all through the city,
They speak on my name, but, that’s only assumptions, (Bitch!)
I go by Capalot, I used to post up at West,
Off the X, lookin’ ugly or somethin’, (Gang, gang, gang!)
Roll with some real ones, free Lil Jo and Wooski,
‘Cause bitch niggas, know how my brothers was comin’,
Ball like I’m Ed, and I’m shootin’ like Lil Bid,
And I’m just gon’ do it, like Dirk when I’m stuntin’,
I told my shawties, to empty them clips,
They said, “Big bro, we ain’t suit up for nothin’!”
Shots from this pump, like Lil Ricky, he runnin’,
Uh! Blow this four-oh, like a trumpet, (Boom-boom-boom!)
It ain’t no question, my lil’ bro a dawg,
He gon’ leave shit on the floor, when he dumpin’
Might make the news, or somethin’,
For thinkin’ shit sweet,
Caught a shot to the face, now he skunkin’!

 

I don’t got a pencil, or pen in this bookbag,
Added like ten, to the clip, ’cause it look bad,
Don’t give a fuck, if you pissed, nigga, get mad!
Or you can bitch, and get killed, with your bitch ass,
Lil’ bro got blood on his shirt, with his Crip ass,
Go write a diss, and get murked, don’t do shit ass,
Bitch, I’m a star, I might burst with my stiff ass,
Hop out the car like,
“Who want it? Who with that?”
I don’t know nothin’, I was gone, when they did that,
Bandana, wrapped where my chrome, and my wig at,
If he want beef, hit his home, with a Big Mac,
Niggas be breaking the code, like a Kit-Kat,
Runnin’ your mouth like a ho, get you bitch-slapped!

 

Info | Music

BigKayBeezy Feat. Polo G “Bookbag 2.0” (Official Video)
Sep 16, 2020 | YouTube Premiere
Directed By: Ryan Lynch

Links | Music

https://soundcloud.com/k_montana | SoundCloud

Connect | Artist

https://twitter.com/bigkaybeezy | Twitter
https://www.instagram.com/bigkaybeezy | Instagram

 

 

 

 

BigKayBeezy, Polo G – Bookbag 2.0 (Lyrics)
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