Catch a Bag

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[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) All business, I ain't playin' no games with [?] boys no more, man (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse] I ain't catchin' feelings, just some flights to go and catch a bag If I like it, nowadays just grab it, don't look at the tag I can start my own beauty pageant, all my bitches bad Man, I better stop carin' 'bout that shit so I ain't even mad Sometimes I get high 'cause I think 'bout shit I don't wanna think I like some tequila, it don't matter, what you wanna drink? Always got that stick like I play hockey, throw me in the rink She couldn't believe that it was me, I told the bitch don't blink If I'm MIA, it's 'cause I had to get my baggage right Everybody hit that nigga, you don't get no braggin' rights What's my motivation? Shit, them times that I was sad at night Niggas do not got that dog in them 'cause thеy ain't had to fight Foot on niggas' necks, applyin' pressure, ain't no limitation I'm just tryna makе it to the top 'cause I came from the basement Sorry, I was trapped in my bag, so I ain't had to chase it All black tee, Supreme collab, oh-no, this bitch ain't basic Hundred dollar steaks now, man, it used to be them TV dinners Strapped out of college but I still got paper like a printer TrDee, I had 'em goin' crazy, feel like Jerry Springer You can't even tell me 'bout the game if your ass on the bleachers I'm just tryna turn up for the niggas that can't turn up with me I don't gangbang but I got blue just like a Rollin' 60 On my worst day you lame-ass niggas still ain't fuckin' with me On my P's and Q's, I can't go out like 2Pac or Biggie I won't even touch her if lil' baby actin' like she bougie Stop actin' like your ass a ten, you ain't got a booty Still don't love no thotties, might just say fuck it and do the Chewie Watch the snow fall, like, damn, I wish they would've killed Louie I don't hold no grudges, lil' nigga, I wish you success Baby, you know I can't go nowhere because your head the best But, damn, can you quit it with the questions? You act like the press She like, "Dee, I thought that you was different, you just like the rest" Buyin' shit I couldn't have, might just bust down the G-Shock Hutchie did the chain, my diamonds look just like a peacock Boy, you just start scammin', what you know about that re-rock? I [?] what happened to that boy, he had a big flop Couple people scarred me, don't ask me why I changed You can ask about me, Dee was never lame Buddy think he made it 'cause he got a chain Mm, I'ma run it up until I need a cane I can show you how do it if you pay attention If your ass don't work then you don't eat, you gotta go and get it I just touched down in Miami, baby, pull up to the [?] Told my nigga break up with his bitch because she always trippin' Why the hell you blowin' down my phone? I'm tryna get this chicken I don't even really think you foreign, let me see your kitchen Me and gangie always got a pole like we be goin' fishin' But this just precaution, we gon' leave him holey like he Christian
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- TrDee