J Dlux - Bag It Up lyrics

Aye 13 I like disss yeah

Bag it up, put it on the scale (Beep)
Red by the case, got runts by the QP
Niggas know Lux, you don’t gotta introduce me
(yeah)
Should I finesse 'em? I think absolutely
(Absolutely)
Antidepressant got me feelin' moody
(Let's get it)
Keep a XD on my dick like a groupie (Fa)
My enemies hate me, they still gon' salute me
(yeah, Fa)

Fuckin' his bitch, I'm exhausted
(Ba, ba, ba, yeah) i spin the block 'til I
Feel like I’m nauseous (Nauseous)
SMG clips lift 'em up like hydraulics
(Hydraulics)
These niggas only beef on electronics
(yeah, electronic)


Military stick with a red light on it
(Fa, fa, fa)
Got the opps praying all day, like Islamic
(Islamic, uh)
This gun ain' on safety, I’m ready to pop it
(POP it)
This Glocky my baby, it’s not up for adoption
(Ba, ba)

Bag it up, put it on the scale (Beep)
Red by the case, got runts by the QP
(Frrr, fa)
Niggas know Lux, you don’t gotta introduce me
(yeah)
Should I finesse 'em? I think absolutely
(Absolutely)
Antidepressant got me feelin' moody
(Got me feeling moody, yeah)
Keep a XD on my dick like a groupie (Groupie)
My enemies hate me, they still gon' salute me
(yeah, yeah)
I'm takin' advantage of niggas, they goofy
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

So many racks (Lets get it, yeah)
Bring out the spread sheet
Serve him a skimp, yeah
It’s all in the technique (Frrr, ba ba ba)
I used to hide all my sticks in the bed-sheet
(Sticks, sticks)
Used to hit doors in and out like a deadbeat
(Deadbeat)
Throwin' my flag in the air like a referee
(Frrr, brra) fuckin' that bitch off a Perc'
Now her legs weak (Uh, now her leg weak)
Sound like a drum when I pull out that XD
(Ba, Ba) you ain't finna shoot, 'kay bool
Nigga let me (Frrr, ba)

Bag it up, put it on the scale (Beep)
Red by the case, got runts by the QP
(Frrr, fa)
Niggas know Lux, you don’t gotta introduce me
(yeah)
Should I finesse 'em? I think absolutely
(Absolutely)
Antidepressant got me feelin' moody
(Got me feeling moody, yeah)
Keep a XD on my dick like a groupie (Groupie)
My enemies hate me, they still gon' salute me
(yeah, yeah)
I'm takin' advantage of niggas, they goofy
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's BK Santana, sip Faygo not Fanta
I juug his big homie, your chimney like Santa
(yeah)
I got yo' bitch in the back of my sprinter
I run off on 12 won't catch
Me with my hands up (Brra)
Home in Manhattan, but we trap in Atlanta
We fuck up the scene
I pull up in the Phantom (Grra)
I laugh to the bank
And yo' ass throw a tantrum (Huh)
Mac in the back, strapped, mandem
That hoe hear my voice
Hit the button on repeat
Got the VVS on back
And I know you can see these (Brra)
Strapped on IG, but let's see it in 3D (Brra)
The tea on my stage
And I know you gon' see me (Brra)
These niggas ain't Crip, ain't no Blood
Ain't on GD (Brra)
Put the motherfuckin' A in the back of the BD
(On gang)
Finesse his ass, and I say it's a GG
That bitch sniffy, ay I ain't talking
No me-me (Bitch)

Bag it up, put it on the scale (Beep)
Red by the case, got runts by the QP
(Frrr, fa)
Niggas know Lux, you don’t gotta introduce me
(yeah)
Should I finesse 'em? I think absolutely
(Absolutely)
Antidepressant got me feelin' moody
(Got me feeling moody, yeah)
Keep a XD on my dick like a groupie (Groupie)
My enemies hate me, they still gon' salute me
(yeah, yeah)
I'm takin' advantage of niggas, they goofy
(yeah, yeah, yeah)