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Bitch I'ma Villain beware of the tat
You sayin you got the sack, you gotta show where it's at
Yea shawty got lil fat ass I'm tryna hit from the back
I kill it a little then get to the baggy
Do what I want I'm supporting my habit
Music my passion I gotta have it
Noopa and Diggie official wit that
She smokin all of my Girl Scout
Give it a rest, you gettin me mad...
I'm with the bag, I want the cash
I want the hunnets, I want the Jag
I wanna swerve, I wanna smash
I got yo bitch, you want her back
I'm with the gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got it on me, I got em mad
I gotta stack no going out sad
Run it all out then I'm running it back
Running it up and I'm running it back
I got a sack and ain't going out sad
I got it on me, I got em mad
I'm wit gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got yo bitch, you got her back
I told her swerve, already smash
I'm with the hunnets, I want the Jag
I want the cash put it all in the...
I need it all like Americans, I get all from the north end
Walk with the Smith & Wesson
Put em in witness protection
I am the drip of the north side, let off a clip on the other side
Struggle just bring out my trap side
Haters just bring out my bad side
But I been grinding for a life time hoe
My attitude is fuck em grinding like I'm Tony Hawk
Them haters keep your bad vibes I just shake em off
Tryna move this weight like a fat guy
All my green strong like Popeye, aye
And since I was a little n
I was plotting on killing n
Put that in my will n
And yea I'ma chill n
Might smoke one and build with ya
Grind for this deal n
'Cause i see the big picture, lets get it
I want the cash I want bag I never had I wanna flex
In a new Lex or a new Jag going too fast I wanna crash
Into my blessings, pray to the reverend
My thoughts are expensive but I want it bad
I want it bad, I want it bad, I want it bad, I want it bad
I'm with the bag, I want the cash
I want the hunnets, I want the Jag
I wanna swerve, I wanna smash
I got yo bitch, you want her back
I'm with the gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got it on me, I got em mad
I gotta stack no going out sad
Run it all out then I'm running it back
Say I got that splash I got that drip I got that water
Smelling like Versace and that loud that Tina Turner
Whip color olive insides like peanut butter
Call me Diggie Badass 'cause I'm down to act a donkey
Two up, two down you know I'm reppin southside
I don't gang bang but I be dripped in that red
I'll be the driver my n gon' ride
You just wan' be real so we call you Ted
Blockboy like JB but known in them project
See 'Lo we shoot don't do that too that's nonsense
Young n but do it huge like I'm Langston
Say my prayers then I go jump in my spaceship
Drifting through the streets the V8 I burn rubber
Always show my ass because my best friend Danny Glover
Fuck her with a mask so she know i don't love her
Red face emoji bitch I'ma devilish motherfucker
I'm on a run to the cash, I'm tryna run through a bag
Mixing the hate with the love, n ain't hating enough
You just be chasing a dream, me I be chasing a goal
All of that weight on your soul, you ain't focused on breaking the mold
Jesus be taking the wheel, me I be paving the road
Bro I be smoking so much i don't know how the fuck I be making it home
Boy I be smoking that serious glue it be loud got me stuck on dilerious
Gotta pay me when I make an appearance
Pardon my manners these n be curious
Too many people be shedding they skin
I ain't tryna get fed up again
Baby I'm getting my bread up again
I ain't never playing catch up again
I'm tryna pop out and double up
SHE TRYNA POP OUT AND FUCK IT UP
She do it all for a real one tell her hold it down til the summers up
All that stressing don't do shit giving old energy to new shit
I'm riding 'round with my new bitch, new tint on my new whip
She roll with my like a cruise ship and love the vibe it be too lit
I'm on the run to the bag baby if you're loyal to me gotta prove it
Let me get back to the bag talk, what the fuck y'all madd for?
I'm with the drip out the north and my big brother Bome he be working his ass off
N ask what I'm cooking up, Northside got madd sauce
Hold up bro I'll be right back when the phone ringing get the bag off
I'm with the bag, I want the cash
I want the hunnets, I want the Jag
I wanna swerve, I wanna smash
I got yo bitch, you want her back
I'm with the gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got it on me, I got em mad
I gotta stack no going out sad
Run it all out then I'm running it back
Running it up and I'm running it back
I got a sack and ain't going out sad
I got it on me, I got em mad
I'm wit gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got yo bitch, you got her back
I told her swerve, already smash
I'm with the hunnets, I want the Jag
I want the cash put it all in the...
Vamp
Bag, Bitch I'ma Villain beware of the tat
You saying you got the sack then you gotta show where it's at
Yea shawty got lil fat ass I'm tryna hit from the back
I kill it a little then get to the baggy
Do what I want I'm supporting my habit
Music my passion I gotta have it
Yea, you know I'm up in my bag
Ham and Dae Widna official wit that
(LS On the beat dammit, Pastor Riko)
Told you that Bitches be loving our tags yeah
She smokin all of my Girl Scout
Gimme that cookie if you want a badge
Give it a rest, you gettin me mad
Don't need a pass I'm not the average
You sayin you got the sack, you gotta show where it's at
Yea shawty got lil fat ass I'm tryna hit from the back
I kill it a little then get to the baggy
Do what I want I'm supporting my habit
Music my passion I gotta have it
Noopa and Diggie official wit that
She smokin all of my Girl Scout
Give it a rest, you gettin me mad...
I'm with the bag, I want the cash
I want the hunnets, I want the Jag
I wanna swerve, I wanna smash
I got yo bitch, you want her back
I'm with the gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got it on me, I got em mad
I gotta stack no going out sad
Run it all out then I'm running it back
Running it up and I'm running it back
I got a sack and ain't going out sad
I got it on me, I got em mad
I'm wit gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got yo bitch, you got her back
I told her swerve, already smash
I'm with the hunnets, I want the Jag
I want the cash put it all in the...
I need it all like Americans, I get all from the north end
Walk with the Smith & Wesson
Put em in witness protection
I am the drip of the north side, let off a clip on the other side
Struggle just bring out my trap side
Haters just bring out my bad side
But I been grinding for a life time hoe
My attitude is fuck em grinding like I'm Tony Hawk
Them haters keep your bad vibes I just shake em off
Tryna move this weight like a fat guy
All my green strong like Popeye, aye
And since I was a little n
I was plotting on killing n
Put that in my will n
And yea I'ma chill n
Might smoke one and build with ya
Grind for this deal n
'Cause i see the big picture, lets get it
I want the cash I want bag I never had I wanna flex
In a new Lex or a new Jag going too fast I wanna crash
Into my blessings, pray to the reverend
My thoughts are expensive but I want it bad
I want it bad, I want it bad, I want it bad, I want it bad
I'm with the bag, I want the cash
I want the hunnets, I want the Jag
I wanna swerve, I wanna smash
I got yo bitch, you want her back
I'm with the gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got it on me, I got em mad
I gotta stack no going out sad
Run it all out then I'm running it back
Say I got that splash I got that drip I got that water
Smelling like Versace and that loud that Tina Turner
Whip color olive insides like peanut butter
Call me Diggie Badass 'cause I'm down to act a donkey
Two up, two down you know I'm reppin southside
I don't gang bang but I be dripped in that red
I'll be the driver my n gon' ride
You just wan' be real so we call you Ted
Blockboy like JB but known in them project
See 'Lo we shoot don't do that too that's nonsense
Young n but do it huge like I'm Langston
Say my prayers then I go jump in my spaceship
Drifting through the streets the V8 I burn rubber
Always show my ass because my best friend Danny Glover
Fuck her with a mask so she know i don't love her
Red face emoji bitch I'ma devilish motherfucker
I'm on a run to the cash, I'm tryna run through a bag
Mixing the hate with the love, n ain't hating enough
You just be chasing a dream, me I be chasing a goal
All of that weight on your soul, you ain't focused on breaking the mold
Jesus be taking the wheel, me I be paving the road
Bro I be smoking so much i don't know how the fuck I be making it home
Boy I be smoking that serious glue it be loud got me stuck on dilerious
Gotta pay me when I make an appearance
Pardon my manners these n be curious
Too many people be shedding they skin
I ain't tryna get fed up again
Baby I'm getting my bread up again
I ain't never playing catch up again
I'm tryna pop out and double up
SHE TRYNA POP OUT AND FUCK IT UP
She do it all for a real one tell her hold it down til the summers up
All that stressing don't do shit giving old energy to new shit
I'm riding 'round with my new bitch, new tint on my new whip
She roll with my like a cruise ship and love the vibe it be too lit
I'm on the run to the bag baby if you're loyal to me gotta prove it
Let me get back to the bag talk, what the fuck y'all madd for?
I'm with the drip out the north and my big brother Bome he be working his ass off
N ask what I'm cooking up, Northside got madd sauce
Hold up bro I'll be right back when the phone ringing get the bag off
I'm with the bag, I want the cash
I want the hunnets, I want the Jag
I wanna swerve, I wanna smash
I got yo bitch, you want her back
I'm with the gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got it on me, I got em mad
I gotta stack no going out sad
Run it all out then I'm running it back
Running it up and I'm running it back
I got a sack and ain't going out sad
I got it on me, I got em mad
I'm wit gunners, I'm gonna blast
I got yo bitch, you got her back
I told her swerve, already smash
I'm with the hunnets, I want the Jag
I want the cash put it all in the...
Vamp
Bag, Bitch I'ma Villain beware of the tat
You saying you got the sack then you gotta show where it's at
Yea shawty got lil fat ass I'm tryna hit from the back
I kill it a little then get to the baggy
Do what I want I'm supporting my habit
Music my passion I gotta have it
Yea, you know I'm up in my bag
Ham and Dae Widna official wit that
(LS On the beat dammit, Pastor Riko)
Told you that Bitches be loving our tags yeah
She smokin all of my Girl Scout
Gimme that cookie if you want a badge
Give it a rest, you gettin me mad
Don't need a pass I'm not the average
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