Big Birkin Bag

[Title] Big Birkin Bag [Style] Hip-Hop, Trap, Street [Lyrics] [Intro] [Verse 1] A nigga Big Birkin bag, hold the frame, yeah I’m flashin’ Ice on my neck, got the streets in a passion Pull up, no cap, got the racks in elastic Hermès on my wrist, but my grind’s still drastic Hold the F, no fake vibes, keep it authentic Drop top in the rain, let the cash do the splashes Fendi prints on the floor, yeah we livin’ lavish Street code in my veins, every move tactical [Chorus] Big Birkin bag, yeah I’m stuntin’ on the scene Hold the crown, no debate, I’m the king of the cream Stack the green, keep it quiet, but my presence is seen From the block to the top, yeah I’m buildin’ the dream [Verse 2] Sippin’ lean, got my mind in the clouds But my feet on the ground, yeah the grind’s too loud All black Maybach, tinted shades, no crowd Every city I hit, they know what I’m ’bout Diamonds dancin’ in the dark, no doubt Niggas talkin’ sideways, but they never get loud Got the fire in my veins, let it out with a shout Big Birkin energy, yeah I’m holdin’ it down [Bridge] No sleep, yeah the hustle don’t rest Every check’s a flex, put the doubt to death From the West to the South, got the game on a breath Rep the set, never fold, I’ma ride ’til my last step [Outro]