Maga - Blah lyrics

[Maga - Blah lyrics]

No one in ya corner got swag like us
Bag like us raf n Ricky tags on us
Method boy swag like wha?
Method boy swag like wha?

No one in your corner ever spent
A big bag like us
Walk in with the BB tag on us
Used to rag on us contact high
Don't smoke but you still smell
The pack on us getcha' rack on up
Hit it from the back like she lost sumn
Fuck her whole backbone up hella tax on us
My niggas can't hear if these nigga lil
Niggas ain't speakin' facts on us
1K on vetement my guilty habit
Colors in my bracelet jumpin', they carrots
Mimic the drip, all these fuck nigga parrots
Niggas be timid, they dip when they hear us
Bitches be on me, they drip when they near us
Complaining and talking bout' how
I'm so careless
Fuck out my face wit that cryin' and tear up
Most of these bitches be lyin' but near us

No one in ya corner got swag like us
Bag like us raf n' Ricky tags on us
Method boy swag like wha?
Method boy swag like wha?

Im wit the gang bitch we kickin shit
Come thru start drippin quick
Stuffin a wood almost ripped the shit
We blow a bag of them dividens
Don't give a fuck
Now niggas know what the difference is
Preme on me nigga im deadass Supreme
I am a king make ya bitch clap tambourine
Open her mouth like she scream
Benzo gon slide wit machines
Niggas is not human beings niggas to flee
Boutta invest in some wings
Mike Amiri b da jeans don't do Mcqueens
Smokin on purp sippin lean fuck do you mean!

I was just down now im up
They hear the sound now we up
They don't want problems wit us
You cannot clown one us
Smell like a pund when im skut
Lay yo bitch down make her suck
You niggas suck
My vision clear see the funds
Gotta break bread ain no crumbs
Now it ain't shit to get buns bitch!
So whats really happenin
Splash when I drip like the ocean
Fuck up yo shield grab a potion
Gas hella potent
Cozuh slide causin commotion
Virchu hurt you any moment

No one in ya corner got swag like us
Bag like us raf n' Ricky tags on us
Method boy swag like wha?
Method boy swag like wha?

Getcha Bitch man she stay tryna scoop me
Rock da Gucci I ain wearin no Louis
In my phone man she steady textin
Wit these bands imma keep on flexin
Im not ya man and she steady stressin
She gimmie head one hell of a blessin
Wit Method Boyz and we need all da extras
Pockets sumo but im not a wrestler
J Retro a proffesional flexer
Cop da Tesla cause I love the texture
Throw up C’s let me kno if it’s pressure
She on her knees man that was a refresher
Captain Jack how I look for the treasure
Fucked ya bitch and I did it wit pleasure
Too much money man I had to comeasure
Send Baba man them bullets come test ya
They suppressed when they hit make a mess
See Retro she came out her dress
Need raid cause these bitches be pest
I heard you rap but im not impressed
Grab da Glock from the armrest
He had a heart now he heartless
Up the Glock watch his arm stretch
How he ran like a dog fetch!

No one in ya corner got swag like us
Bag like us raf n' Ricky tags on us
Method boy swag like wha?
Method boy swag like wha?

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