RetcH — Nickel Bags

[Intro] Nigga this that sour, damn Like [Verse 1] Hey yo, my granny doin' 10 I write her every single time I get a chance Down in France Rock designer pants Hey yo doggie, I need the paper in advance So I can lay up on the beach, skin tanned Pardon my stance from a distance My skin resemble that of a ruby, I'm usually glistenin' Spent time perfectin' my crime up in the kitchen After school baggin', I broke 'em off a distance (?) Fuck the court, I never play by the rules I fuck a bitch in the bed with my shoes Hit the party, touch a hundred hands That's how it goes when you the fuckin' man Pose for a pic just to get you off of my dick I got these bitches and these bottles in my section But they wanna talk more rappin' shit and badger me with questions I'm like I'm tryna lamp and smoke dope in the club And round me my mans yokin' you up What the fuck [Hook] Remember I was selling nickel bags of reefer High as fuck in class tryna hide it from the teacher Back when all my money used go to sneakers Now I'm coolin' on the boat and blessed a bitch to blow my penis Cause we started from the bottom, posted in the huddle Never' had nothin', grew up in the struggle Always had the same friends, those are hard to come by Shout out to the drugs though, kept a nigga dumb fly [Verse 2] This that young Tony Lo shit, product of the corner store Back when I was on the bikes tryna get the order off Cop a dutch from papi, they be gettin' in the Spanish spot When the cops come we often ran a lot Slide in the crib Finesse my bitch, throw the cock in her rib I'm smokin' dope while she toppin' the kid Complete a heist I'm set for the rest of my life Start a family, move to Washington Heights Change my name to Tito Cop them 50's down them blocks from Rico My whole life is like a fuckin' free throw Swish I'm at the bank with a spliff Sold weight, might take a dip New York shit Fuck so many bitches, shout out to the internet Tip my fuckin' hat to who invented that You that guy These niggas food, nigga you that pie Better than I? nigga, you that high? Ha-ha [Hook] Remember I was selling nickel bags of reefer High as fuck in class tryna hide it from the teacher Back when all my money used go to sneakers Now I'm coolin' on the boat and blessed a bitch to blow my penis Cause we started from the bottom, posted in the huddle Nothin' had nothin', grew up in the struggle Always had the same friends, those are hard to come by Shout out to the drugs though, kept a nigga dumb fly