BandGang Masoe, Babyface Ray, Peezy - Blow a Bag lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BandGang Masoe, Babyface Ray, Peezy - Blow a Bag lyrics]
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
We 'bout to rain this bitch out
Girl, move the fuck out the way
Better send the coast guard
Bro just came in with a fifty
And it's twenty other niggas with a ten
That's two-fifty them killers, gorillas
And drug dealers came with me
Way before corona
We was puttin' niggas six feet
Tell a waitress bring the ones and
Put sparklers on my bottle
I know them niggas watchin'
So we bringin' every hollow
Just bring that money box out, ho
What you lookin' shocked for?
You probably fuckin' with a nigga
That ain't got a row let's spend it all
I ain't worriеd 'bout the bill (At all)
We in herе rainin' like we just signed a deal
(On my mama, nigga)
Oh shit, they done got me off a pill
(I be trippin')
Now I'm on the stage trippin'
Clutchin' on my steel
Bitch, leave the club if you
Ain't tryna spend no money (Bitch)
Ran out of ones
I done start rainin' hundreds
Type of nigga that'll catch it and punt it
(Indeed) you ain't rainin' 'cause your
Ass been gettin' fronted, nigga
Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', nigga
We ain't never stressin'
You might see me throwin' money
Then throwin' up the set, bitch
You better not make me mad
'cause we'll spend a bag
I'm talkin' 'bout spend a nigga kit
Just to see some ass
Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', nigga
We ain't never stressin'
You might see me throwin' money
Then throwin' up the set
Bitch better not make me mad
'cause we'll spend a bag
I'm talkin' throwin' a nigga kit
Just to see some ass, money
Ayy, who that fly nigga blow takin' E pills?
I'ma need ten mil' to resign for real
Hood star, fast car
Nigga buyin' all the seals
We don't cry, it's the art of
War, kill or be killed, nigga
Fuck a name
You see me bust if I try tuck the Shaq
I ain't never did nothin' lame
There and back with the load
You never did a one-a day
Crib in the 'burbs
Still'll never put my gun away
You too humble, Face, pop your shit
Rose gold white, who got a watch like this?
Japanese denim, hop out chopsticks
Bruce Leroy, exclusive kicks, chop bricks
Nigga
Hop out on Rodeo, hoes takin' pics
I done got famous
Need security to take a piss
Richer than a motherfucker
I can't even fake it
Got so many hoes wanna work for me
Might move to Vegas in a Maybach
Black and silver like the Oakland Raiders
Twenty-two platinum Rollie cost a hundred
No debatin'
I ain't fucked up about it, if she throw it
I won't take it
I done hit the coldest shit in the city
Bro basic
Richest nigga from my hood, when they see me
They gon' chase it
Type of shit that you do twice
A year is everyday shit real nigga seminar
Miss me with the fake shit
You ain't see 'em ride past?
That's them in the spaceship
I been in the toughest situations
I ain't say shit
Black 560, white Range Rover, me and Ray shit
Knock 'em down side-to-side
Steph and Klay shit ghetto Boyz ENT
Don't get caught when the wave hit
Don't you ever go against the fam ayy, Mas
Family shit, nigga, yeah
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)