[Intro](You did this, Keonii, you did this, Keonii)(OniiMadeThis shit)[Chorus]I'm finna go up, I need a fifth tonightI might just bleed the fuckin' scene just like a kitchen knifeI need a 'Wood because the dutchie wasn't hittin' rightI cheated on my ex-bitch, she couldn't fuck me right, damn, hmmHad to get some commas, had to run me some bands, huhYou ain't from the trenches, you don't even understand, hmmAll these pussy niggas always tryna make friendsIf you don't got a bag, well, then I highly recommend[Verse 1]It's early morning and there's money on my mind (On my mind)And I don't know how to feel (Know how to feel)Fuck your love, I'd just rather keep it real (Keep it real)No hundred K's, man, I'm tryna touch some mills (All them mills)I'm goin' in, all hammer, ain't no steelShe in her mood swings, caught 'em at the Citadel, like fuck it, I need two chainsThese bitches are bodied like fuck it, tell 'em ally-oop meThese niggas my sons, some bitches call 'em Kelly OubreShe thick as fuck, I have to smack her on her booty (Her booty)That grill in my mouth, it put the water in her coochie, yeahStop playin' with me, huh (Stop playin' with me)Baby girl, you like it, I'm your fantasy, huh (Oh)Little do you know I keep them bands on me, huh (Keep them bands on me)Little do you know I make her dance for me (Oh)Bad mama always likes to start shit (Start shit)She gave me five-star head in her apartment (In her apartment, oh)[Chorus]I'm finna go up, I need a fifth tonight (I need a fifth tonight)I might just bleed the fuckin' scene just like a kitchen knifeI need a 'Wood because the dutchie wasn't hittin' right (Hittin' right)I cheated on my ex-bitch, she couldn't fuck me right, damn, hmmHad to get some commas, had to run me some bands, huhYou ain't from the trenches, you don't even understand, hmmAll these pussy niggas always tryna make friendsIf you don't got a bag, well, then I highly recommend[Verse 2]Blocka, blocka, man down when you see itMichael Jackson in the pussy, know I have to beat itShe my freak bitch, so Cash App me when I need it (When I need it)Send me hella DMs, I just read it and I seen itYou want sex, then you delete itProbably mad I have your best friends be leakin'Probably mad because I'm ballin' every morning through eveningProbably mad because these diamonds, they be wet, they be gleezin'I'm Roddy Ricch because I'm ballin' every mornin' through seasonAll these blessings to my man, got me feel like I'm sneezin' (Oh)All about my bags 'cause you keep that same energyI can't fuck with you because you fuckin' on the enemyDick so good, I'm tryna fuck her on her skinny jeansAll about my bags 'cause you keep that same energy (Ha)I can't fuck with you because you fuckin' on the enemyI can't fuck with you, mmm[Chorus]I'm finna go up, I need a fifth tonightI might just bleed the fuckin' scene just like a kitchen knifeI need a 'Wood because the dutchie wasn't hittin' rightI cheated on my ex-bitch, she couldn't fuck me right, damn, hmmHad to get some commas, had to run me some bands, huhYou ain't from the trenches, you don't even understand, hmmAll these pussy niggas always tryna make friendsIf you don't got a bag, well, then I highly recommend[Outro]You ain't got a bag(You did this, Keonii, you did this, Keonii)(OniiMadeThis shit)
