4 BAGS

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[Intro] (Estoy trabajando para morir) Aye man Working out the mud four bags in my hand (Four, four) Nike dope runners same color xan, aye (Wake up F1LTHY) [Chorus] Walking out the store, four bags in my hand Nike dope runners same color as some Xans 20 dollar bill, pussy popping handstand Glo Money Road, baby pass the rubber band Walking out the store, four bags in my hand Nike dope runners same color as some Xans 20 dollar bill, pussy popping handstand Glo Money Road, baby pass the rubber band [Verse] At my momma crib, all this guap look nice Heard you fuck with 12, whole neighborhood cry Working out the mud, dope runner hitch a car Say you play with Glocks laugh a lot, I play with thots I'm on 6th street with a Glock and a thot No bullshit can't even entertain the thought On the freeway speeding like a raceway Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, prrr, Louis AK Aye, designer clips my hoes designer witch Tahoe pulling up doing tricks Fours up nigga throwing doors up 7s in the sky Kane pouring Fours up Woah, woah, wrist still bleed Haunted house still tweak And my bitch still geek Says she wants the Percs and her ass still geeking [Chorus] Walking out the store, four bags in my hand Nike dope runners same color as some Xans 20 dollar bill, pussy popping handstand Glo Money Road, baby pass the rubber band Walking out the store, four bags in my hand Nike dope runners same color as some Xans 20 dollar bill, pussy popping handstand Glo Money Road, baby pass the rubber band