Ghetto Bag

Lyrics

[Verse 1: AllStar JR] I'm the one who keep the plug happy Look  at me, I'm from a family full of drug addicts Luckily'  I only picked up on they drug habits Not just smoking' bitch' I'm really out here drug slapping How you niggas hit the road, and be scary as hell? Punk  bitch, I sold more ice than Gary this year I  just tossed 30 boes to my third option Why you poor niggas running round bird boxing? Bitch'  get your split the hard way, for 27 bucks Staring at the plane, like I'm finna fuck the Bezzle up I bought Chanel' 'cause my lil hoes love bags You call the niggas [?] love [?] [Verse 2: Peezy] Caught  cases, I ain't tell, so I fought cases Told the lawyer go to trial, fuck some probation Rich nigga, hundred racks of ice in them hoes' faces Sit your broke ass down, [?] Independent nigga, I ain't sign to no label Fuck a hit single, when the pills and the boes banging Can I put a one on it? What [?] [?] on Instagram Live, make your ho famous Been a real nigga, I don't do no faking Wanna see my niggas win, I don't do no hating Twenty racks, a small hundred, money so [?] Hockey mask on, no faces, no cases [Verse 3: AllStar JR] [?] we used to kill them with the rocks Sent hoes to Louisville and back, couple thousand dollars Feds taking flicks, I can't even bitch about it I'ma be pissed if they don't catch me in Versace Ho ass niggas, we at the shows toating 50's Packed up blow when 2 Chainz was still Titi Pots had birds before Puff turned to Diddy Bitch, all I know is cocaine and dirty kitchens Shit so strong, that it can numb a nigga toothake Pints in the hood when Flip was still doing Screw tapes Fuck on hoes, the niggas wanna make they boo thing Money and murder, nigga, I fell in love with two things [Verse 4: Peezy] VS1's, you see it clear than a Blueray Niggas out here stuck in the passed, boy, this a new day JR, tell them go get a bag, we got some new weight Open the seel, we finna drink it like it's Coolade Killers on my team do what I tell them to Thousand for the jeans, 500 for the leather shoes Got a dollar on that chopper when we stepping through Pussy ass bouncers, don't touch me, nigga, let us through We got FNN's and barettas too Bitch, my niggas off the chain, and I let them loose I'll bring them bitches to you, I'll mail them too All you gotta do is set the play, and I'ma exicute