Bailey Love: Snapbacks & Tattoos

How, how wear my snapbacks

No tattoos, yo girl ask who that is

Put her in the backseat of my black coupe

And she coming back through with some bad news

On one, on two, my hat

Matching my boat shoes, I got a couple old girls

Who get low, god damn they

Road cute, so what's up, you swaggin'

Out, tell me what you bragging 'bout

I know everybody is broke and sober

You act like you cashing out 'cause you fake

Talk about your bank bond

That's why you show up to the party

When okay

So I back up out of your business

Tell you hate the way that I'm spitting for you

You can tell it go hard and this is barely

Using friction, what you want

I do this shit but I never had to be moving bricks

I'm grinding every day

You be on that Ferris Bueller shit

Who cool is this

I think that they used to this, my bars will

Leave 'em shook like Tyler Pagan when he

Juked a bitch, and I heard it all

'Cause you call Barry Conceited

And I swear I rep my city 'til I'm

Six feet underneath it, I'm

Running my city to anybody fucking with me, coming up until

They make it, I'm next up, man I got no time

To fight with you bitch, but you wouldn't be physical in the checkup

I see the way you looking at the sideline

Wide-eyed, waiting for everybody to fall, but little bitches

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