Fat Nick - Bags On Me lyrics

MTM hit em' with the heat!

I got bags on me percs, lean, what you need?
Flooded out my teeth
Rich and handsome, look at me

Fifteen for the show twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol
And these bullets got no name

I don't blow no dope
I smoke these crumbs up on the porch
A hundred in my drum and it
Gon' burst out one gun
These xans and lean is fun
You sip stupid weenie hoe, what's up?
I can't do no boxing, keep this30 by my gut
Oh shit, what's up? Fucked up, don't cum
I'm to tired, look at me
Why your crackhead texting me?
Oh yes, slowing now
All these xans, they calm me down
Bitch I'm bout' it, yeah I'm bout' in
In your city poppin' off

I don't need my old bitch she a dumb bitch
All this money on me i'm dumb rich
Just a trap mule with this drop view
Shorty bent my line but tell what I must do

I got bags on me
Percs, lean, what you need? what you need?
Flooded out my teeth
Rich and handsome, look at me

Fifteen for the show twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol
And these bullets got no name