Bag

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Javar] BandGang [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] I've been in my bag, you just got your first one, niggas late Y'all barely scrapin' by, I can't lift mine, too much weight I even got bags under my eyes, been up late Your bitch can't take a picture with her bag, her shit fake I just bagged this cold bitch that went to school with me She likin' pics like she ain't hoed me in geometry I'ma grab a bag after I fuck, that's what she probably think Bitch, be for real, you think I'm sweeter than a bag of tea My car cost more than her house, hit her in the whip Got a bag of McDonald's, dropped her off, I know I ain't shit You know I spent a bag on the whip, shе can't eat in this And Biggs said it's a bag on the floor, I can't wait to dip [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] J, it's a bag on the floor, huh Wе gon' pick up that shit, we gon'— hey I put zoom in her throat, huh And tell her gobble, gobble, bitch, huh Ayy, all up your baby mama spot, huh Back in the blowdown (In the blowdown), hey I'm on the couch gettin' blew down Stop callin' her phone and take your son to the playground or somethin' I got her hittin' jiggies with the haydown stump That's a powwow, AKA them niggas of the month Damn, the bowwow, you got a lotto ticket filled with drugs? (Huh?) They say all I do is talk dope now, like, bitch, shut up 'Cause if you go and break my verse down, I'm givin' game up I'm tellin' kids to put the guns down and pick a bank up Huh, it's thirty for them blues, why pop them niggas slain? I done ran that shit up, [?] dank Lil' bitch, toot it up when I get to swangin' I be slangin', bitch, I'm like Blade Let me school you how to get a rooster Cluckin' in your block, [?] in your spot Bungee jumpin' 'til I'm with the greats like Ruler He on that computer I told him buy a hundred of 'em (Buy a hundred of 'em) Huh, and they only was a dollar-somethin', huh Hey, I put 'em huh, in a Hyundai [Verse 3: BandGang Biggs] In a Hyundai with your baby mama, use her for the stacks (Come on now) Cut her off because she told the business, usually, I don't brag You know I filled it up with money, you see me with a Louis bag I might come and drop a hundred, drop an opp, pick up the tab Ballin' with my niggas, you see Rose and Lonnie Bands Teach my brothers better not touch 'em, nigga, I ain't got no friends What I made off the jugg, I could've went and bought some land I ain't have to sell a brick, 'cause I ran it up off hams Jugg, jugg, jugg, man, that's all a nigga know (That's all a nigga know) Clip on full, let it empty on your 'fro (Empty on your shit) Fuck goin' broke, I ain't doin' that no more Don't ask me why I'm goin' crazy when you see me in your store (Yeah)