Yeah, uh
Hurricane Sebby when I pull up
Got a bag, got a bag
In my bag, in my bag
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Got a Mac, got a mac, uh
I got a strap, aye
My haters mad, aye
Shoot them, red dot
They in the grass (Grass)
Hurricane Sebby when I pull up
I'ma head to the top like a pull up
When I'm back in my town, they act like they knew us
But it's the same lame kids who was clueless
Yeah, you fake, you ain't know me back then
But you pretending like we homies, that's some bad acting, aye
9 times out of 10, it's some fake love
All good, from the dirt, that's where I came from
Wait, wait
Na, I'm not done
Throwin' shots, turn your bro into an only son
I got a gat on my waist if we got an issue
Look at me the wrong way have yo momma miss you
Uh, locked in
Quarantine had me crazy, hit the stu like the gym, aye
I'm ballin', touchin' rim
Yeah I'm stackin' up my chips, aye
Why you being salty you ain't living life like this?
Uh, yeah
Stopped caring what they think
Yeah, I like a clear head, I don't really want a drink
Stop asking me, dawg, I don't really want to link
I just stay with my boys and my girl, I might buy her a mink
Yeah, my prime still ahead of me
Yeah, my prime still ahead of me
I know some people envy me
Dawg, even jealousy, yeah sometime it get to me like
My biggest flex is being myself
Know a lot of fake people who could use my help
That may be the realest line that I ever wrote
Took my autotune off, yeah, just so you know
Got a bag, got a bag
In my bag, in my bag
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Got a Mac, got a mac, uh
I got a strap, aye
My haters mad, aye
Shoot them, red dot
They in the, uh
Yeah
