Bag Talk (feat. Hotsauce & Youngaveli)
Slumlord bitch... aye
I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at
If she ain't got no dough you can have that
Countin' up blue oh you big mad
Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at
I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at
If she ain't got no dough you can have that
Countin' up blue oh you big mad
Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at
I'm in this to win
I look like I'm him 'cause bitch I am him
I came from the bottom they can't tell me nothing my story too real
I'm running that check up
They know that I'm next up so fuck how you feel
Got this shit sowed up
She loving how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal
I ain't met a bitch yet that I really need
Barely give a bitch weed let alone a weave
Why all these niggas acting hard when they really Yee's
Barebacking on the track how I fuck beats
If it ain't about a bag BITCH I can't talk
This for them days we was broke stealing out of Ross
Came in the game humble now I'm pissed off
And every day a nigga hustle like RICK ROSS
Buy my mama a home like a real nigga
Pussy if it wasn't for the money I wouldn't deal with ya
I always keep it 100 to keep it real with ya
And you don't owe em if they wasn't in the field with ya
And I don't do the handouts mutha fuck that
And hell yea I go to work nigga FUCK rap
Now I'm driving remember days with the bus pass
The studio like a trap when the verse crack
I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at
If she ain't got no dough you can have that
Countin' up blue oh you big mad
Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at
I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at
If she ain't got no dough you can have that
Countin' up blue oh you big mad
Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at
I'm in this to win
I look like I'm him 'cause bitch I am him
I came from the bottom they can't tell me nothing my story too real
I'm running that check up
They know that I'm next up so fuck how you feel
Got this shit sowed up
She loving how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal
Aye fuck being broke I had to chase dollas
I turned to a gold member just like Austin powers
Nigga fuck being broke I had to hit the road
Came along way from selling zips of ro
It took 9 hours and we ain't get to smoke
Murdalotto its time to twist the dope
Bitch I put hot sauce on everything
I need blue cheese with my hot wings
Aye no carrots please all celery
Nigga fuck being broke FBB
I really had to run up them bing bings
I put my granny picture in my earrings
Nigga fuck being broke where ma gold Buhdda
I know one thing we gone get this gouda
She gone call me bae like it's Mandalay
This ain't all him this that Tampa bay
Throw the red flag this a Challenge play
These niggas my sons After Saturday
I'm in this to win I look like I'm him 'cause bitch I am him
I came from the bottom they can't tell me nothing my story too real
I'm running that check up
They know that I'm next up so fuck how you feel
Got this shit sowed up
She loving how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal
Got this shit sowed up she love it how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal
Got this shit sowed yo she love it how I glowed and I ain't got a deal
I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at
If she ain't got no dough you can have that
Countin' up blue oh you big mad
Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at
I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at
If she ain't got no dough you can have that
Countin' up blue oh you big mad
Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at
I'm in this to win
I look like I'm him 'cause bitch I am him
I came from the bottom they can't tell me nothing my story too real
I'm running that check up
They know that I'm next up so fuck how you feel
Got this shit sowed up
She loving how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal
I ain't met a bitch yet that I really need
Barely give a bitch weed let alone a weave
Why all these niggas acting hard when they really Yee's
Barebacking on the track how I fuck beats
If it ain't about a bag BITCH I can't talk
This for them days we was broke stealing out of Ross
Came in the game humble now I'm pissed off
And every day a nigga hustle like RICK ROSS
Buy my mama a home like a real nigga
Pussy if it wasn't for the money I wouldn't deal with ya
I always keep it 100 to keep it real with ya
And you don't owe em if they wasn't in the field with ya
And I don't do the handouts mutha fuck that
And hell yea I go to work nigga FUCK rap
Now I'm driving remember days with the bus pass
The studio like a trap when the verse crack
I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at
If she ain't got no dough you can have that
Countin' up blue oh you big mad
Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at
I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at
If she ain't got no dough you can have that
Countin' up blue oh you big mad
Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at
I'm in this to win
I look like I'm him 'cause bitch I am him
I came from the bottom they can't tell me nothing my story too real
I'm running that check up
They know that I'm next up so fuck how you feel
Got this shit sowed up
She loving how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal
Aye fuck being broke I had to chase dollas
I turned to a gold member just like Austin powers
Nigga fuck being broke I had to hit the road
Came along way from selling zips of ro
It took 9 hours and we ain't get to smoke
Murdalotto its time to twist the dope
Bitch I put hot sauce on everything
I need blue cheese with my hot wings
Aye no carrots please all celery
Nigga fuck being broke FBB
I really had to run up them bing bings
I put my granny picture in my earrings
Nigga fuck being broke where ma gold Buhdda
I know one thing we gone get this gouda
She gone call me bae like it's Mandalay
This ain't all him this that Tampa bay
Throw the red flag this a Challenge play
These niggas my sons After Saturday
I'm in this to win I look like I'm him 'cause bitch I am him
I came from the bottom they can't tell me nothing my story too real
I'm running that check up
They know that I'm next up so fuck how you feel
Got this shit sowed up
She loving how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal
Got this shit sowed up she love it how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal
Got this shit sowed yo she love it how I glowed and I ain't got a deal
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Writer(s): A.d. Welch
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