Tobes44 - BWF Lyrics

Get in my bag, get out my way, get out your feelings
Might just slap that boy, I buss that nose it needed healing
Might just spin this whip, burn it out, tires screeching
Might just poke that yute, blood on my socks, needed bleaching
Ay uh yeah
People love to talk, they keep talking
I went to pick her up this girl was snoring
I told her to be ready in the morning
You might see her on the M-way now she’s walking
I lost my broski but the music couldn’t stop
Was down and out but now I’m headed to the top
I had the rifle couldn’t fit it in my bag yeah
So I went back I trade it out I got the glock
I grab the bullets then i went and grabbed the stock
I make the paper, cut with scissors get the rock,
She threw it back, I had to catch I couldn’t drop,
You see an opp you take a shot you make him drop
I lost my broski but the music couldn’t stop
Was down and out but now I’m headed to the top
I had the rifle couldn’t fit it in my bag yeah
So I went back I trade it out I got the glock
I grab the bullets then i went and grabbed the stock
I make the paper, cut with scissors get the rock
She threw it back, I had to catch I couldn’t drop
You see an opp you take a shot you make him drop
Get in my bag, get out my way, get out your feelings
My bro chinged that boy, chinged him bad, yute was leaking
One girl saw that body on the floor she started tweaking
His boys moved like mice, ran to feds, started squeaking
Ay uh yeah
Get out your feelings get this bread,
Word to DND, pree that tape, that’s what he said
Crack that shell, with this knife scrambled egg
Tottenham shirt, poke that up, London’s red
I lost my broski but the music couldn’t stop
Was down and out but now I’m headed to the top
I had the rifle couldn’t fit it in my bag yeah
So I went back I trade it out I got the glock
I grab the bullets then i went and grabbed the stock
I make the paper, cut with scissors get the rock
She threw it back, I had to catch I couldn’t drop
You see an opp you take a shot you make him drop

Get in my bag, get out my way, get out your feelings
Might just slap that boy, I buss that nose it needed healing
Might just spin this whip, burn it out, tires screeching
Might just poke that yute, blood on my socks, needed bleaching
Ay uh yeah
People love to talk, they keep talking
I went to pick her up this girl was snoring
I told her to be ready in the morning
You might see her on the M-way now she’s walking
I lost my broski but the music couldn’t stop
Was down and out but now I’m headed to the top
I had the rifle couldn’t fit it in my bag yeah
So I went back I trade it out I got the glock
I grab the bullets then i went and grabbed the stock
I make the paper, cut with scissors get the rock,
She threw it back, I had to catch I couldn’t drop,
You see an opp you take a shot you make him drop
I lost my broski but the music couldn’t stop
Was down and out but now I’m headed to the top
I had the rifle couldn’t fit it in my bag yeah
So I went back I trade it out I got the glock
I grab the bullets then i went and grabbed the stock
I make the paper, cut with scissors get the rock
She threw it back, I had to catch I couldn’t drop
You see an opp you take a shot you make him drop
Get in my bag, get out my way, get out your feelings
My bro chinged that boy, chinged him bad, yute was leaking
One girl saw that body on the floor she started tweaking
His boys moved like mice, ran to feds, started squeaking
Ay uh yeah
Get out your feelings get this bread,
Word to DND, pree that tape, that’s what he said
Crack that shell, with this knife scrambled egg
Tottenham shirt, poke that up, London’s red
I lost my broski but the music couldn’t stop
Was down and out but now I’m headed to the top
I had the rifle couldn’t fit it in my bag yeah
So I went back I trade it out I got the glock
I grab the bullets then i went and grabbed the stock
I make the paper, cut with scissors get the rock
She threw it back, I had to catch I couldn’t drop
You see an opp you take a shot you make him drop