db.boutabag - pepper (them vs me) lyrics
[intro]
turn off the lights
hit the lights, n+gga
ayy, you don’t talk cash sh+t, you ain’t got a bag, b+tch
(wassupfabe, make this slap)
ayy, i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me
[verse 1]
ayy, you don’t talk cash sh+t, you ain’t got a bag, b+tch (you ain’t got a bag, b+tch)
you don’t drive fast whips, you don’t even keep stick (n+gga, you don’t even keep stick)
you ain’t ’bout a bag, n+gga, you ain’t got no cash, n+gga (you ain’t got no cash, n+gga)
you just on your ass, n+gga, man, you just a rap n+gga (man, you just a rap n+gga)
it ain’t no bands in your backpack, fakin’ on your snapchat (fakin’ on your snapchat)
all you do is rap cap, you are not a top hat (you are not a top hat)
you don’t stand on business, n+gga, you don’t take care of your people (take care of your people)
you don’t keep a weapon on your person like you jeepers creepers (n+gga, like you jeepers creepers)
who the f+ck told you this? all these n+ggas talk and b+tch (all these n+ggas talk and b+tch)
you can’t name a n+gga in the bity talk sh+t like this (name a n+gga like this)
i stay with the baddest b+tch and i keep the coldest whips (and i keep the coldest whips)
used to be that broke n+gga talkin’ ’til i froze my wrist (’til i froze my wrist)
and i keep pepper on me, i could put a stepper on you (n+gga, i could put a stepper on you)
if i’m in the building to the neck, i got a weapon on me (i got a weapon on me)
all these n+ggas do is talk, all these b+tches do is walk (all these b+tches do is walk)
if this b+tch wanna f+ck all day, i gotta send her off (i gotta send her off)
back to these fake n+ggas postin’ all that fake work (postin’ all that fake work)
sippin’ all that fake drank, eatin’ all them fake percs (eatin’ all them fake percs)
all y’all n+ggas fake too, your b+tch got a fake purse (got a fake purse)
you’ll rock some fake diamonds just to say you got it first (n+gga)
[pre+chorus]
say that boutabag n+gga fake as f+ck, i can’t mind my business
he got that money all off rap, he ain’t broke no b+tches
all he do is talk about that money, he ain’t really rich
he don’t put that sh+t on, he don’t really drip
[chorus]
that boutabag n+gga fake as f+ck, i can’t mind my business (i can’t mind my business)
he got that money all off rap, he ain’t broke no b+tches (he ain’t broke no b+tches)
all he do is talk about that money, he ain’t really rich (he ain’t really rich)
he don’t put that sh+t on, he don’t really drip (man)
[verse 2]
why is n+ggas mad at me? ’cause i got it out the mud (’cause i got it out the mud)
probably ’cause i don’t gotta bang, but grew up with the thugs
ain’t db from the south? ain’t his family bloods?
why the f+ck he always in the trap kickin’ it with buz?
gangsterest n+gga in the trap, that’s his blood cousin
you better quit speakin’ on them n+ggas, they really came from nothin’
i ain’t gotta bang, n+gga, i seen a smarter route (i seen a better route)
i’d rather sell out these shows than diss you for clout (than diss you for clout)
n+gga, you don’t run that bag up, you just run your mouth (n+gga, you just run your mouth)
why the f+ck you always on live at your mama house? (you on live at your mama house)
b+tch, this the boutabag section, we don’t need no clout (ayy, we don’t need no clout)
if n+ggas didn’t know now, you better figure out (you better figure out)
day jacket who decides war, b+tch, i’m drippin’ out (b+tch, i’m drippin’ out)
i just wanna spend ten bands, i’m feelin’ broke today (i think i’m feelin’ broke today)
and i just got a zip of shrooms, we finna roll today
[pre+chorus]
that boutabag n+gga fake as f+ck, i can’t mind my business
he got that money all off rap, he ain’t broke no b+tches
all he do is talk about that money, he ain’t really rich
he don’t put that sh+t on, he don’t really drip
[chorus]
that boutabag n+gga fake as f+ck, i can’t mind my business (i can’t mind my business)
he got that money all off rap, he ain’t broke no b+tches (he ain’t broke no b+tches)
all he do is talk about that money, he ain’t really rich (he ain’t really rich)
he don’t put that sh+t on, he don’t really drip (man)
[outro]
why is n+ggas mad at me? ’cause i got it out the mud
ain’t db from the south? ain’t his family bloods?
why the f+ck he always in the trap kickin’ it with buz?
n+gga, you don’t talk cash sh+t, you ain’t got a bag, b+tch (wassupfabe)
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