Dassal X Dassit
Yeah
Trey Stakkz
Huh wolf gang
And all that shit yeah
It's bag season
Huh talk to em Stakkz yeah
Ion care where the hoes at, somebody put me on a lick
And this summer Ian giving them nothing for free, you hoes gotta pay for the dick
I can't even take the squad nowhere, my niggas they way too lit
And you can't get this shit from nobody else so you gotta pay for the drip
Yea, all of my money come blue, so I've been hanging with the crips
Ion even want the 100's, if it don't come with the strips
Let somebody kill one one of my dawgs, I'mma pull a John Wick
Cause you know that I'm from the country, I grew up playing with sticks
Yeah I had to cut this lil thot off, no cap, I told her she making me sick
She said she gon get her brother to fight me, I told her go get that lil bitch
Cause Ion give a fuck bout your brother, your daddy ain't finna do shit
I told her her cousin a hoe and your baby daddy a bitch
Acting like Ion be riding around with 30's, extendos and shot
But without a gun I'm straight, I'll fade a nigga quick
I'm tryna get me a bag, Ion be playing & shit
No cap, you niggas just rapping, but what i be saying legit yeah
Tell me what you gonna do, when I start kicking this shit
You don't think that your hoe gon leave with me when I walk in with the drip
All this ice on my arm looked like I done sprained my wrist
And my palms keep itching, somebody put me on a lick yeah
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga I gotta get rich yeah
You know that I'm from the swamp, my niggas slime'n and shit
You niggas beefing bout hoes but Ian got time for that shit
Imma only hit her once my nigga forreal, dassal, dassit
But I'mma do you a favor, I'll give her back after she thick
Lately I been doing numbers, tell these other rappers that it's over
Now to bring me in the building, you gotta call a promoter
I heard your bitch like weed, I gave her a gram to smoke her
And told her if the head good, then she get fashion nova
Lil momma got that wet wet, I need that water like hiccups
Gon head and call your baby daddy, tell em the kids need picked up
And soon as he pick the kids up, she come to me to get dicked up
I know you wanna catch me lacking, but i got that rod I don't slip up
I'm tryna get me a bag, then ball on em' like the gym floor
I tried to sneak in the club with my stick, but my shirt wouldn't cover the extendo
Look at the ice on my neck, you ain't gotta ask you already know
Ian even bout to pull up unless we talking like 10 or more
Tell me what you gonna do, when I start kicking this shit
You don't think that your hoe gon leave with me when I walk in with the drip
All this ice on my arm looked like I done sprained my wrist
And my palms keep itching, somebody put me on a lick yeah
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga I gotta get rich yeah
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
Yeah, it's bag season, it's bag season
Yeah, we hitting licks for no reason
Uh, Uh talk to em Stakkz yeah
I'mma pop my shit, han
Uh, let's go
Trey Stakkz
Huh wolf gang
And all that shit yeah
It's bag season
Huh talk to em Stakkz yeah
Ion care where the hoes at, somebody put me on a lick
And this summer Ian giving them nothing for free, you hoes gotta pay for the dick
I can't even take the squad nowhere, my niggas they way too lit
And you can't get this shit from nobody else so you gotta pay for the drip
Yea, all of my money come blue, so I've been hanging with the crips
Ion even want the 100's, if it don't come with the strips
Let somebody kill one one of my dawgs, I'mma pull a John Wick
Cause you know that I'm from the country, I grew up playing with sticks
Yeah I had to cut this lil thot off, no cap, I told her she making me sick
She said she gon get her brother to fight me, I told her go get that lil bitch
Cause Ion give a fuck bout your brother, your daddy ain't finna do shit
I told her her cousin a hoe and your baby daddy a bitch
Acting like Ion be riding around with 30's, extendos and shot
But without a gun I'm straight, I'll fade a nigga quick
I'm tryna get me a bag, Ion be playing & shit
No cap, you niggas just rapping, but what i be saying legit yeah
Tell me what you gonna do, when I start kicking this shit
You don't think that your hoe gon leave with me when I walk in with the drip
All this ice on my arm looked like I done sprained my wrist
And my palms keep itching, somebody put me on a lick yeah
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga I gotta get rich yeah
You know that I'm from the swamp, my niggas slime'n and shit
You niggas beefing bout hoes but Ian got time for that shit
Imma only hit her once my nigga forreal, dassal, dassit
But I'mma do you a favor, I'll give her back after she thick
Lately I been doing numbers, tell these other rappers that it's over
Now to bring me in the building, you gotta call a promoter
I heard your bitch like weed, I gave her a gram to smoke her
And told her if the head good, then she get fashion nova
Lil momma got that wet wet, I need that water like hiccups
Gon head and call your baby daddy, tell em the kids need picked up
And soon as he pick the kids up, she come to me to get dicked up
I know you wanna catch me lacking, but i got that rod I don't slip up
I'm tryna get me a bag, then ball on em' like the gym floor
I tried to sneak in the club with my stick, but my shirt wouldn't cover the extendo
Look at the ice on my neck, you ain't gotta ask you already know
Ian even bout to pull up unless we talking like 10 or more
Tell me what you gonna do, when I start kicking this shit
You don't think that your hoe gon leave with me when I walk in with the drip
All this ice on my arm looked like I done sprained my wrist
And my palms keep itching, somebody put me on a lick yeah
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga I gotta get rich yeah
I'm tryna get me a bag forreal my nigga, dassal, dassit
Yeah, it's bag season, it's bag season
Yeah, we hitting licks for no reason
Uh, Uh talk to em Stakkz yeah
I'mma pop my shit, han
Uh, let's go
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Writer(s): Tremayne Mccrimmon
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