Bag Talk
Polo when I sag
Still jet lag
King pin swag
(Mmhmm)
Polo when I sag
Still jet lag
King pin swag
Shorty ass fat
Caddy might drag
Too tapped in
I will never lag
He went in
Left out sad
Still handle business
Big black bag
Went to check her fitness
Left out glad
Niggas hatin Wi$e?
Why they mad?
Know it's bout the bag
But tell me where yo heart at
Show me where yo art at
Hit my old shorties
Like, "Where we fell apart at?"
Grippin on her thighs
Tryna figure where we start at
Looking at the globe
Thinking, "Where I throw the dart at?"
In a black robe
Prezi suite
Call me Jefe
Roll the best gas
Top flight
Like Day Day
If the vibe good
Then we prolly take a vacay
Baby hit me
Said she like my tunes
Said I'm wavy
Then I shoot my shot
I'm like mcgrady
Shorty wanna chill
That's all gravy
Baby got a body like her whip
Mercedes
Bout to go in head first
Like the navy
One time for the set
Black boy with the gold
Aiming at your neck
And if you duck I'm at your nose
Yea I pop shit
I make moves
I'on really sleep
So I really can't lose
Waist deep
In it
Henny in my
Kidney
Woke up feelin good
Feelin like Diddy
Got a big body
Push it
Like a
Bentley
Still on 85
Mr. Gate City
Uh
Hit the bank
Bust a Millie rock
In this woodgrain
I could gp bust up
Any block
I seen her mood change
When my neck turn
To Goldilocks
I kill tapes
I been great
Tell me
Slow it down
Take a break
For my pen sake
I just hold it down
For the city
My crib shake
I been straight
Yeah
I tell em
Just hit my hotline
We in the 4th quarter
It's crunch time
Neva ate beef
But I know when it's lunchtime
Fuck a time sheet
Ain't nobody go punch mine
Niggas want a verse
Like that shit was a lifeline
Wi$e never panic
I just wait for the right time
I know they can't stand it
I look good
When the light shine
I be givin game
Like these niggas
Can hold mine
Baby taste good
I might just call her red wine
The light hit my neck
And they thought it was sunshine
One time for the set
Black boy with the gold
Aiming at your neck
And if you duck I'm at your nose
Yea I pop shit
I make moves
I'on really sleep
So I really can't lose
Still jet lag
King pin swag
(Mmhmm)
Polo when I sag
Still jet lag
King pin swag
Shorty ass fat
Caddy might drag
Too tapped in
I will never lag
He went in
Left out sad
Still handle business
Big black bag
Went to check her fitness
Left out glad
Niggas hatin Wi$e?
Why they mad?
Know it's bout the bag
But tell me where yo heart at
Show me where yo art at
Hit my old shorties
Like, "Where we fell apart at?"
Grippin on her thighs
Tryna figure where we start at
Looking at the globe
Thinking, "Where I throw the dart at?"
In a black robe
Prezi suite
Call me Jefe
Roll the best gas
Top flight
Like Day Day
If the vibe good
Then we prolly take a vacay
Baby hit me
Said she like my tunes
Said I'm wavy
Then I shoot my shot
I'm like mcgrady
Shorty wanna chill
That's all gravy
Baby got a body like her whip
Mercedes
Bout to go in head first
Like the navy
One time for the set
Black boy with the gold
Aiming at your neck
And if you duck I'm at your nose
Yea I pop shit
I make moves
I'on really sleep
So I really can't lose
Waist deep
In it
Henny in my
Kidney
Woke up feelin good
Feelin like Diddy
Got a big body
Push it
Like a
Bentley
Still on 85
Mr. Gate City
Uh
Hit the bank
Bust a Millie rock
In this woodgrain
I could gp bust up
Any block
I seen her mood change
When my neck turn
To Goldilocks
I kill tapes
I been great
Tell me
Slow it down
Take a break
For my pen sake
I just hold it down
For the city
My crib shake
I been straight
Yeah
I tell em
Just hit my hotline
We in the 4th quarter
It's crunch time
Neva ate beef
But I know when it's lunchtime
Fuck a time sheet
Ain't nobody go punch mine
Niggas want a verse
Like that shit was a lifeline
Wi$e never panic
I just wait for the right time
I know they can't stand it
I look good
When the light shine
I be givin game
Like these niggas
Can hold mine
Baby taste good
I might just call her red wine
The light hit my neck
And they thought it was sunshine
One time for the set
Black boy with the gold
Aiming at your neck
And if you duck I'm at your nose
Yea I pop shit
I make moves
I'on really sleep
So I really can't lose
Credits
Writer(s): Wi$e
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