Bag on His Head

Album cover art for "Bag on His Head" by Louie Ray & Babyfxce E

Louie Ray & Babyfxce E - Rap, USA

Bag on His Head

2 Plays

Duration: 4:56

View Album

Lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray & Babyfxce E] Mhm Bag on his head, I put a— alright, bet (Do that) Bag on his head, I put a— alright, bet (Do that) Bag on his head, I put some— on that boy I put a number on that boy I took the summer on that boy Yop (It's with an X, nigga, ah) [Verse 1: Louie Ray] Bag on his head, I put a number on that boy Head for seven months, I put the summer on that boy Slime a nigga out, put a gunner on that boy He go anywhere for pussy, put the sh— damn (Alright, bet) He go anywhere for pussy, put a runner on that boy I went to a show and end up stayin' up the whole night Got done and kicked it with her seven minutes, not the whole night (Ho) You the type of nigga need some pussy, bro, you rolled tight (What the fuck?) That dude that look like me in the trap, that's my decoy Tryna sell fent' with the mix like it's real boy (Shh) Light with the click with the switch, this a real toy Nigga credit card ain't even workin', it declined, void (Void) I was sellin' crack on side the house, on the side 'noid I ain't even got to sign yet, bitch, I'm unemployed (Swear) Mm, I pour deuces all day 'cause that's what I enjoy Uh, he couldn't make it in these streets, this shit wasn't never for him (Nope) Okay, he tryna buy some fish, I'm 'bout to number-four him (Come on) Type of nigga thinkin' that I wanna, I can't do nothin' but show him Flint only seventy-five streets, I can't do nothin' but know him (Fuck you goin'?) I hate when niggas too close on the stage, we tryna elbow him (Get the fuck back) [Verse 2: Babyfxce E] Was finna bogart a nigga walkin' out the store (Bitch) Asked bro, "Do you got your pole?" He say, "I'm strapped for sure" (Duh) Stash house and the trap house, we strappin' up the floor Flint fuckin' up the rap game, they tryna snatch the flow (Huh) Nigga, don't call me bro, you ain't no kin to me (Yop) You want forty-five a P, you better sell that shit ten a G Feel like MOB, the switch got too much energy (Frrt, frrt) This an FN, you fuck niggas don't put fear in me (Fuck?) Yeah, that shit gon' go over they head (Yop) Bitch, I'm off some Wock', I'm finna pop, then I'm goin' to bed I paid six for a hat just to go on my head (Uh-huh) Ski mask under that just to cover my dreads (Bitch) Bitch, I'm off that pack— hold on (Hold on, bitch) Bitch, I'm off that pack, I'm tryna fuck, you better not run from it (Yop) Got the neck from her friend, she a bloodsucker That's my mans, but I treat him like my blood brother Fuck a bitch and tell my girl that's my blood cousin They heard me and Lou was comin', that got the club jumpin' I just made ten thousand, another dub comin' (Yep) The brr on the back of the Glock got the gun jumpin' (Damn) [Verse 3: Louie Ray] She fuck with me, if they got the fapper, she'll duck with me Type of bitch bussin' her lil' hit when she give it up with me Miss granny tellin' me to leave, she was tough with me Learned how to scam, it's a fight, bro'll punch with me What you actin' like my daddy baby mama? That's enough with me If we ain't locked in, you gotta call around, ain't get in touch with me Lyin' like you really dropped somethin', tryna stunt with me (Why you lyin' to me?) I hate when a nigga try to front to me Never would've paid eleven racks for a jubilee I'm toxic with the bitches that I like, you ain't through with me (Come here) Your rich ass could buy the whole block, you ain't movin' me The car could only have a couple miles and that's used to me Drank got me wantin' to buy drank, I'm abusin' me I took a break to come back even harder, improvin' me [Verse 4: Babyfxce E] Cheat on her first because I know she'll do it to me (Bitch) Don't gotta pay her shit because I know she'll do it for free (On God) Freak bitch, she just wanna drink on cheap shit (Uh-huh) 2-3 with a G-Flex is what I sleep with (Frrt, frrt) Chopsticks, but silverware is what I eat with Four bricks of cheese, lookin' like a deep dish (Shit) I'm in your hood in the morning like I'm Cheesestixxs (What you on?) Striker Gang, I'll come and get your keys snatched Blow all his money at the mall, now he tryna get his cheese back She suck dick for so long, the ground made her knees flat

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Louie Ray
  • Babyfxce E