maajins - Bag lyrics
[maajins - Bag lyrics]
Go, go i just started runnin' a bag
Pussy nigga, stay back
Keep runnin', he get shot in his cap (Fye)
(Ah, bag) i had to run and get the bag
Talk down, then we smokin' his pack
(Uh, aha)
P-P-pussy boy, I stay strapped, like a dyke
We gon' put him on the news, yeah
He fly just like a kite (Uh)
Keep on talkin' down
Send Luisss to your crib
Cryin' like a baby
Wish that you cried his bib
Smokin' gas, bitch, I'm dyin'
B-b-bitch, quit all that lyin' (Ah)
Yeah, see me, she start eyein' (Ah)
Feel like the band, how I'm clutchin' iron
Stay with the drum, lil' bitch, I pioneer
Feel like Nelly, bitch, it's hot in here
Sippin' Tris, this is not no beer
Thr Thr-three-eighty on a hay, 'kay
Two-two-hunnid for a vacay
Get-get my chips, them Frito-Lays
Spi-spin his block, Beyblade
And, your mans triple K
He get popped, like a pimple
That boy on a screen
Should've been killed 'em
You let me in, nigga, like a pimp, huh
Ha (Go, go)
(Yeah! Yeah) (Yeah! Yeah)
Bam
I'ma pull up with a choppa, that bih gonna
Don't need no Glock, yeah
Fuck around, and you get shot up
Like you an Oxy, you get popped
Not talkin' clean
You ass gettin mopped though
Just like your music, your body gon' flop
(Bee, bam, bee)
Get your bag up, you so broke
If he run up, he gon' float
Shooter with dreads, he look like Toad
Feel like the man, he aim at your toes
Talkin down, we gon' aim at your head
Empty the mag until that boy dead
Big opp, can't get caught by the feds
Go, go i just started runnin' a bag
Pussy nigga, stay back
Keep runnin', he get shot in his cap (Fye)
(Ah, bag) i had to run and get the bag
Talk down, then we smokin' his pack
(Uh, aha)
Pussy nigga, stay back
Keep runnin', he get shot in his cap (Fye)
(Ah, bag) i had to run and get the bag
Talk down, then we smokin' his pack
(Uh, aha)
P-P-pussy boy, I stay strapped, like a dyke
We gon' put him on the news, yeah
He fly just like a kite (Uh)
Keep on talkin' down
Send Luisss to your crib
Cryin' like a baby
Wish that you cried his bib
Smokin' gas, bitch, I'm dyin'
B-b-bitch, quit all that lyin' (Ah)
Yeah, see me, she start eyein' (Ah)
Feel like the band, how I'm clutchin' iron
Stay with the drum, lil' bitch, I pioneer
Feel like Nelly, bitch, it's hot in here
Sippin' Tris, this is not no beer
Thr Thr-three-eighty on a hay, 'kay
Two-two-hunnid for a vacay
Get-get my chips, them Frito-Lays
Spi-spin his block, Beyblade
And, your mans triple K
He get popped, like a pimple
That boy on a screen
Should've been killed 'em
You let me in, nigga, like a pimp, huh
Ha (Go, go)
(Yeah! Yeah) (Yeah! Yeah)
Bam
I'ma pull up with a choppa, that bih gonna
Don't need no Glock, yeah
Fuck around, and you get shot up
Like you an Oxy, you get popped
Not talkin' clean
You ass gettin mopped though
Just like your music, your body gon' flop
(Bee, bam, bee)
Get your bag up, you so broke
If he run up, he gon' float
Shooter with dreads, he look like Toad
Feel like the man, he aim at your toes
Talkin down, we gon' aim at your head
Empty the mag until that boy dead
Big opp, can't get caught by the feds
Go, go i just started runnin' a bag
Pussy nigga, stay back
Keep runnin', he get shot in his cap (Fye)
(Ah, bag) i had to run and get the bag
Talk down, then we smokin' his pack
(Uh, aha)