fragile

One bag, two bag

Need mo' hands

So I'm breaking up with diamonds

Yeah this baby needs some hands

Sipping coffee, don't do xans

I don't really need to try it

Hit the thrift, spend a rack

30 bucks for my whole outfit

I signed that shit, I sold that fit

I'll make these pennies 'till I'm rich

I'll write a hit like really quick

I see that bag, I'll grab and dip

That yellow drum with sticky tips

I ain't a poser, want my clip

I skip the scrip, my chain go drip

This baby get some money

I'm just a kid

I'm feelin' fragile

All up in my moods

Do it cause I'm bossy, never do it for the views

Tryna live frosty, now it's all I wanna do

Actin' like I love myself, know a boy do

I got a voice and I'm feelin' it, yuh

Rolls Royce, more like IKEA bed, yuh

I got vintage jeans, oh yuh

I never ever bought Supreme, oh yuh

When I get famous, tell me what my name is

Spell it on the pavement

When I get famous, tell me what my name is

Spell it on the pavement

B-A-B-Y

B-O-Y, yuh

Baby boy comin' with the fire

Knew I'd always rise and go higher

But never thought I'd turn into Messiah

One bag, two bag

Need mo' hands

So I'm breaking up with diamonds

Yeah this baby needs some hands

Sipping coffee, don't do xan's

I don't really need to try it

Hit the thrift, spend a rack

30 bucks for my whole outfit

I signed that shit, I sold that fit

I'll make these pennies 'till I'm rich

I'll write a hit like really quick

I see that bag I'll grab and dip

That yellow drum with sticky tips

I ain't a poser, want my clip

I skip the scrip, my chain go drip

This baby get some money

I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid

Running after money, I can feel it in my ribs

'Cause I'm fragile

Too much on my card, now I'm locked out

(Locked out)

I got nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all

I might be an asshole, I might be an asshole

I might be an asshole

Yeah my momma always told me

Yeah I gotta get my bags up

Push back, push my legs up

Whatever happened to my pay stubs

I need them raised up, 'cause I be fragile

I hope I hold up and I do not know what

I think about all these other rappers

Can't you be your self and leave the drugs behind

We already got them actors

Might just fuck around, write a book

So go read on my chapter

Do this shit for fun and all that cash

And that the things that matters

One bag, two bag

Need mo' hands

So I'm breaking up with diamonds

Yeah this baby needs some hands

Sipping coffee, don't do xan's

I don't really need to try it

Hit the thrift, spend a rack

30 bucks for my whole outfit

I signed that shit, I sold that fit

I'll make these pennies 'till I'm rich

I'll write a hit like really quick

I see that bag I'll grab and dip

That yellow drum with sticky tips

I ain't a poser, want my clip

I skip the scrip, my chain go drip

This baby get some money

I'm just a kid