Bottega Bag Lyrics – Key Glock

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[Intro]
Babyyyy
Bottega bag stuffed with three hunnid racks, yeah
Damn lil mama got a pretty face and her way snatched, yeah
They gassed him up like Circle K, now they can’t get him back (Glizock)
I’ve gave my uncle a blunt of what’s-the-name before his (??), yeah

[Chorus]
Bottega bag stuffed with three hunnid racks
Damn lil mama got a pretty face and her way snatched
They gassed him up like Circle K, now they can’t get him back
I’ve gave my uncle a blunt of what’s-the-name before his (??), yeah

I’ve been busy with these racks, Strapped up like the Man in Black (Fah, fah)
I fu*ked her once now she attached, Glizock slamming s*it like Shaq, yeah
Chiropractor work her back (I work), she keep calling me her snack
You know my rearview mirror broke (Broke), N!gga ain’t no turning back (The fu*k?)

[Verse]
Call me mister stand on wax (Wax), Yeah you know I handle business, yeah (Glizock)
Told this b!tch play with your pu*sy (Your pu*sy), if not that play with your children, yeah
Play with my La Familia s*it get serious, When you get richer n!ggas get weirder
Pink yellow diamonds like (??), These n!ggas (??) I’m all in the middle, yeah
Yeah, all in the way
These n!ggas soft, crème brûlée
I’ve been hustling 25/8 (Yup)
Never gave a fu*k what nobody gotta to say, yeah
These n!ggas broke, this s*it is a disgrace
Hey how is you broke?, you should be ashamed (Ashamed)
Real P.I.M.P might give me a cane
I feel like a (??), I want some brains (Brains)
Right now (Right now), uh, yeah
Fu*ked around fell asleep counting
Cutthroat can’t let myself down (Cutthroat)
Trynna hang on this (??) might drown (Drown)
Get back gang turns smiles into frowns, yeah
I get money without a doubt (No doubt)
These n!ggas (??), these n!ggas cap (Cap)

All that fairy tale s*it he raps (Hey)
I don’t even know if I’ll put this s*it out (The fu*k?)
This ain’t my b!tch but I’m all in her mouth (Mouth)
I’m from South Memphis she love my pimping, yeah
I just left the bank with a large amount
In the club with the (??) Scottie Pippen (Fah)
I don’t even bring my hoes to the house
I fu*k them in the car my n!gga I’m different
I told em keep it on the low you got a drop (??)

[Bridge]
Three hunnid racks stuffed in my bottega bag, yeah
If you walk inside my closet that s*it look just like Ess*x, yeah
Cuz still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sack, yeah
I flew to my city they like its the return of the Mack, yeah
Three hunnid racks stuffed in my bottega bag
If you walk inside my closet that s*it look just like Ess*x
Cuz still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sack
I flew to my city they like its the return of the Mack (Return of the Mack)

[Chorus]
Bottega bag stuffed with three hunnid racks, yeah
Damn lil mama got a pretty face and her way snatched, yeah
They gassed him up like Circle K, now they can’t get him back
I’ve gave my uncle a blunt of what’s-the-name before his (??), yeah
I’ve been busy with these racks, Strapped up like the Men in Black (Fah, fah)
I fu*ked her once now she attached, Glizock slamming s*it like Shaq, yeah, yeah
Chiropractor work her back (Work), she keep calling me her snack
You know my rearview window broke, N!gga ain’t no turning back

[Outro]
(The fu*k?)
Yeah
(Oh, oh, uh, Ross)
(Ramy on the beat)