Remble - Book Bag Lyrics
feat. BlueBucksClan


It’s Remble

You remember Remble at them kickbacks
Buddy was a stripper and in gymnastics
You never really got your homies get back
If he runs up on me, then he’s a pill addict
I walked in the party with a big whammer
A Smith & Wesson full nickel with the big daddy
Look at ’em, pay attention to the way they look at me
I remember they were tryna throw the book at me

When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport, nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after
When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport, nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after

I noticed you were shopping at the Goodwill
I noticed when you’re not with all those people, you’re a good kid
I noticed when you don’t have any money, you feel good still
I see you carry ghost Glocks, buy a good pistol
You wore that sweater ten times, buy a new fit
How the hell did you feel fly in a true fit?
If he went down and didn’t tell, then you salute him
If Remble tells on anybody, you should shoot him
Make sure you take the burner to the cookout
On a mission, I was never lookout
Have the Blicky every time you pop out
I was probably drilling with a dropout

When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport, nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after
When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport, nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after

I noticed all the bitches seen me when I crept in
Ambidextrous, I had to pull her with my left hand
Young niggas, we was fightin’ on the block, [?]
Lookin’ at my chain, boo-hoo cryin’, had to breakdance
I pledge allegiance everyday to put this shit on
I don’t see no ho’s I wanna fuck, I’m finna get home
Make a bet with me to pull up to the stu, send a Venmo
Threw a party, but it’s only bitches, you ain’t get the memo?
Yeah, I know [?]
My rich bitch keep on sayin’ get some land and buy some Crypto
I’m in love with her brand, swear to God this shit slept on
With some bad bitches, finna Lambo leap, I’m in the end zone

When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport, nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after
When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport, nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after

Yeah, I just did my stuff, she finna cook after
My daddy always had the ho’s, he’s who I took after
Shy bitch when she suck it, she don’t like it when I look at her
Charger gang, diamonds hittin’ harder than a fuckin’ linebacker
I know this not the dice game, you can throw one lick
I notice that you keep talkin’ ’bout these bitches that you don’t get
I just noticed that you niggas sharin’ clothes, that shit don’t fit
We invented throwin’ money in the crowd, yeah, that’s our shit
[?] with high mouths, I get car sick
In the club poppin’ bottles, I ain’t never left no bar tip
I never get to hear your songs, they always skip past
Bitches beg me not to do it, feel like blood bath

When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport, nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after
When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport, nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after

Woah, Kenny


Book Bag Lyrics
 

 
IT'S REMBLE
IT'S REMBLE (2021)

 
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