801 Bartel

Lyrics

[Intro: Baglife Tee] (Brian, what did you do?) Baglife, nigga (Make-believe) [Verse 1: Baglife Tee] I told Bo go'n introduce me to the spicy talk I see you niggas talkin' 'bout the deuces, boy, that's tiny talk Think you niggas sippin' on a deucey, boy, that's Tylenol I'm sippin' on an eight of Morton Grove walkin' through the mall [Verse 2: Iz Bo] Finna beat this lil' bitch back 'til she ain't got no walls Baby girl, you can't be poppin' up, you know you gotta call I'll shoot you in both your knees, now you not so tall Bitch tried to walk off with my boxers, them not your drawers [Verse 3: Baglife Tee] Glock 23s, Dracos, I'll pop your top When I spin, you get a halo or you see a doc' I really love green pesos, they really all I got I really love green Faygos, but I'll drink any pop [Verse 4: Iz Bo] With the white hoes, they just keep sayin' "jeez" and "gosh" When I'm out in the 'Ville, I serve fiеnds with Josh Would've thought I'm punchin' on the ground how I beat thе block I be out in New York at Beanie Sigel's spot [Verse 5: Baglife Tee] When I make a couple million, I'ma feed the block Give the whole hood handguns, red beams with chops Just in case a nigga ever slide, he won't leave the block And I'll beat a nigga ass, I don't need a Glock [Verse 6: Iz Bo] Ever since I linked up with Tee, I just fiend for pop I'll stick a syringe in her needle spot Breakin' down buds like, "I need you, I need you not" I done drunk so much lean, think my teeth is rot [Verse 7: Baglife Tee] Beat this bitch back for five rounds, her knees done knocked I can sell five pounds easy, I don't need a spot You niggas never seen five pounds, you need to stop Met a bad bitch downtown, now she eatin' cock [Verse 8: Iz Bo] Straight out of quarantine, nigga, I never caught corona If I stab your ass up, you won't find no donor Met this bad bitch up in the A, I really wanna clone her You the type to go on Facebook and try to poke her Never tell my mood off my face like we playin' poker Said she ain't never seen an eight, so I had to dose her It's ironic that we in here smokin' Do-Si-Do He got too excited 'bout the stimmy, I know he broke [Verse 9: Baglife Tee] Bitch tried to spin me, but I hit her with the okie-doke Said her nigga love her, hit her ass with the, "No, he don't" She say he gettin' money, hit her ass with, "I know he broke" Told her if the police ever get him, I got five he fold Pop a nigga dead in his shit if he say I'm ho Mad as hell I only found a zip, I really want a 'bow You always see me out with Iz Bo 'cause he not no ho Let a rap nigga say I'm ho, we gon' pop his show [Verse 10: Iz Bo] Really OT makin' plays at the Stop-N-Go I be askin' like, "You ever got shot before?" If I ain't got no weed, then Tee ain't got no more That shit don't make no damn motherfuckin' sense Niggas need to do they homework, know who they fuckin' with Pop a nigga in his hand, quit touchin' shit I don't like baby girl hands, they rough as shit Tee done popped two Xans, it's not cuttin' it [Verse 11: Baglife Tee] Chase a nigga down broad day and hit him with the K You know I got my license for my K, so they closed the case I'm pourin' up eights by the day 'cause I love the taste I hate when niggas laughin' in your face knowin' that they fake I can't wait to see a million sittin' in my bank I'ma take a quarter out that bitch and change my mama face Until then, I'm still up in Flint tryna up my rate And you know I'm still with Iz Bo 'cause he ain't no snake