SheHatesKodoku - Birkin Bag Lyrics

I cannot trust none dese women
But fuck it Im hittin regardless
My chain make me look like a martian
No Martin and Gina just green in my garden
My niggas still trap out apartments
I'm begging your pardon
Like what the fuck you niggas startin
You more like a bitch cause you barking
She cheat and she leave you cold hearted
Just hand me my shit that bitch inna compartment
My stick bout to sing like John Martin
I bought her a Birkin Bag
And I hand her my piece so she carry that
You aint ridin wit gang wit yo scary ass
And that bitch is my slime what you talking bout nigga
She ride on my dick like a chariot
How you talking for real you niggas rats
I keep one or two on me Im loading my gat
And that bitch is my slime what you talking bout nigga

We up in yo city ride round wit dem drakes
And my lil nigga Pyro Ski masked with some bape
And i got me bout 11 or 13 fuck jakes
Nigga I do not fight you catch shells to the face
Nigga its simple Its either you die or you civil
My niggas is dogs and this money like kibble
Watch after my brother cause that nigga little
Two face how I figure yo fate with a nickel
I'm sick of these bitches on god
You ain't gotta stick u a fraud
So my niggas aint going in either

If she don't want fuck I'm respecting her wishes
We wit the piranhas you swim with the fishes
They watching my chain cause that bih really glisten
She tell me fuck harder her pussy it gripping
Down bad on my dick n that bitch had me trippin
My niggas some lizards I'm calling you kipplin
Im sick of these nigga irrelevent
Look at yo wallet in deficit
You is a rook i'm a veteran
I put that on mamas
My ex bitch too bhad like Madonna
No good times Hakuna Matta
My stick only cut like a barber
She wearing a choker no collar
My ex give me brain like a scholar
My strap call it medal of honor

I cannot trust none dese women
But fuck it Im hittin regardless
My chain make me look like a martian
No Martin and Gina just green in my garden
My niggas still trap out apartments
I'm begging your pardon
Like what the fuck you niggas startin
You more like a bitch cause you barking
She cheat and she leave you cold hearted
Just hand me my shit that bitch inna compartment
My stick bout to sing like John Martin
I bought her a Birkin Bag
And I hand her my piece so she carry that
You aint ridin wit gang wit yo scary ass
And that bitch is my slime what you talking bout nigga
She ride on my dick like a chariot
How you talking for real you niggas rats
I keep one or two on me Im loading my gat
And that bitch is my slime what you talking bout nigga