Bag Up (feat. Young Premiere)

Just to get the bag up
Gotta get the cash up
Niggas get subtracted when the money start not to ad up
Use to take the pack on the train to get the bag up
You fall you get back up bounce back n get ya bag up
Had my phone had my pistol had the scale
Making Playz making playz gotta make a sale
Ups it Ups it send it in the mail
Double wrapped n vacuum seals ain't trace of a smell

I'm one young nigga that don't have no time for the fuck shit
If that pussy good as you say it is don't get mad if I buss quick
Invested in a plug came up on bud took money and I tucked it
I'm just 1 Nigga that these niggas can't fuck wit
Bitch I been ballin hoes heads spinning like the exorcist
I been stunning like them niggas in the 90s wit the Lexus's
Mathematician I know the metrics and the measurements
The lick I hit was heaven sent you mad I been flexin since
People always asking me for shit like I got it like that
Pack hit hard Deontay but I got shit Wilder than that
Made my own blueprint my nigga I'm following that
My bitch won't let me hit because I cheated how childish is that
I was down Hollered for my dog he wasn't hollering back
He made up for it down the line he hit me up threw me a pack
Double back that's how we get it now we eating
I remember road trips 5 cities in 1 weekend

Just to get the bag up
Gotta get the cash up
Niggas get subtracted when the money start not to ad up
Use to take the pack on the train to get the bag up
You fall you get back up bounce back n get ya bag up
Had my phone had my pistol had the scale
Making Playz making playz gotta make a sale
Ups it Ups it send it in the mail
Double wrapped n vacuum seals ain't trace of a smell

Never sold a drug but you know i bagged it up
Coolin wit the gang feel like we cannot be touched
I was down on my last couldn't take it had enough
I know I make em sad get that bag in a rush (Aye aye)
We gotta get foreal my niggas came up out the field
Just hit my jack what you need you know the gas vacuum sealed
10's 20's 30's got perkys for you don't you worry
An if you feeling in the mood the blues get you out your shoes
I gotta fam to feed i don't know half you dweebs
Niggas love to talk money but shit Im way out ya leauge
You Don't agree?
You Don't believe?
We been ready for war
Always ready to bleed
I cant show a bitch love unless she on her knees
You know money come first I dont like to be teased
My niggas on blocks wit noodles track pants and the toolie
I know young niggas wit the strap I just call em lil uzi's

Just to get the bag up
Gotta get the cash up
Niggas get subtracted when the money start not to ad up
Use to take the pack on the train to get the bag up
You fall you get back up bounce back n get ya bag up
Had my phone had my pistol had the scale
Making Playz making playz gotta make a sale
Ups it Ups it send it in the mail
Double wrapped n vacuum seals ain't trace of a smell



Credits
Writer(s): Roddy Fairco
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