Naledge - Piggyback lyrics

rate me

You can catch me sipping Remy with some bougy hoes

Once they drunk, shit, you won’t know they bougy, though

Smoking skunk shit, all they eyes is usually low

Listening to 36 and they dropping low

I love my life, I love my life, my squad be getting it in

Free bottles up in VIP, I don’t want this to end

Tryna find my way up in some Gucci hoe

Sloppy drunk but I’m acting like who you should know

Laying up at the trunk, blowing Cuban smoke

Story of your life, LOL, you’s a joke

Rap the only game that pays to be a fucking fraud

Sell your soul when the Devil never paid it all

Nigga, motherfucker, radio

They don’t motherfucker play me, though

Stream me on the internet, college show, be giving that

I’m a star, bitch, I’m a star, find me in the sky with my intellect

I’m riding lax up on the Lex show

Hey, Anna May, come meet this cake, hoe

Hetty Cane Jr., boy, I still got it

I kicking raps if I ain’t seeing profit

Douchebag looking like fuck it in

You don’t like my raps, nigga, fuck it in

Broad, you can come but I won’t fuck your friend

I only let you come ‘cause you got daddy’s Benz

I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole

Lifting her jaw, now she swallowing my tad pole

TV show about your throat, babysitter’s club

All my friends is millionaires, bitch, I be getting love

Piggyback stunting, shit, I’m piggyback fucking

I think I’m lax still, Mr. Marcus

Naledge bomb, this shit’s the hardest