Bag Talk
Yeah... Ohhhhhh Lets get it
Yeah I told em give me what you got I bet I go and flip it
I'm out the hood now I ain't forget about the trenches
I just cashed out like do you know the feeling
Nah they still hating so they don't know the feeling
At the dealership like I guess I want the coupe
Or the 4 door the one without the roof
He like yo spade you gotta pick and choose
Shit im getting both we going to the moon
No sleeping I been out here going hard
Going state to state riding in them rental cars
Kit kat flow I'm spitting all these bars
Nomore going down we going up to mars
Ima make it out I'm tryna sit with 50
And tell all my doubters do yall niggas miss me
Thinking in my head damn I love my city
And take over Jersey like my name was Chris Christie
The hottest coming up yeah that's a fact
Forever humble but them other niggas wack
I say what I want I'll never take that back
Take something from me shit I don't want it back
Niggas think they hard and they riding tough
Till I get my youngin coming through like wassup
Everybody watching Im getting to much
But One thing with money you can't never get enough
I know my family love me I kno some people hate me
I don't know why cus this how they made me
Snapping on this beat going all crazy
Yeah Forreal this how yall niggas made me
I know I could've did the dash but it's in cruise
If I let up it's a chance I might loose
Wins from losses I know I can't loose
But I don't give a fuck everyday that's my mood
Spade county coming soon I'm on some shit
Wearing blue for nipsey these niggas think I'm crip
Seat laid back when I'm sitting in the whip
Outside the bank that's where You see my shit
I'm ballin time to put me on a court
Im winnin everything like kawhi up north
I take this shit serious cus rapping is a sport
Going at everybody and showing no remorse
Hya we like the hottest in the streets
Came from nothing now I'm paid to rap on beats
When Im stepping on em make sure I got on cleets
To let em all know i can't be beat
Yeah... let's get it
Spadeeee
We going up
Yeah... I told em give me what you got
I bet I go and flip it
I'm out the hood now I ain't forget about the trenches
I just cashed out like you do you know the feeling
Nah they still hatin so they don't know the feeling
Yeah I told em give me what you got I bet I go and flip it
I'm out the hood now I ain't forget about the trenches
I just cashed out like do you know the feeling
Nah they still hating so they don't know the feeling
At the dealership like I guess I want the coupe
Or the 4 door the one without the roof
He like yo spade you gotta pick and choose
Shit im getting both we going to the moon
No sleeping I been out here going hard
Going state to state riding in them rental cars
Kit kat flow I'm spitting all these bars
Nomore going down we going up to mars
Ima make it out I'm tryna sit with 50
And tell all my doubters do yall niggas miss me
Thinking in my head damn I love my city
And take over Jersey like my name was Chris Christie
The hottest coming up yeah that's a fact
Forever humble but them other niggas wack
I say what I want I'll never take that back
Take something from me shit I don't want it back
Niggas think they hard and they riding tough
Till I get my youngin coming through like wassup
Everybody watching Im getting to much
But One thing with money you can't never get enough
I know my family love me I kno some people hate me
I don't know why cus this how they made me
Snapping on this beat going all crazy
Yeah Forreal this how yall niggas made me
I know I could've did the dash but it's in cruise
If I let up it's a chance I might loose
Wins from losses I know I can't loose
But I don't give a fuck everyday that's my mood
Spade county coming soon I'm on some shit
Wearing blue for nipsey these niggas think I'm crip
Seat laid back when I'm sitting in the whip
Outside the bank that's where You see my shit
I'm ballin time to put me on a court
Im winnin everything like kawhi up north
I take this shit serious cus rapping is a sport
Going at everybody and showing no remorse
Hya we like the hottest in the streets
Came from nothing now I'm paid to rap on beats
When Im stepping on em make sure I got on cleets
To let em all know i can't be beat
Yeah... let's get it
Spadeeee
We going up
Yeah... I told em give me what you got
I bet I go and flip it
I'm out the hood now I ain't forget about the trenches
I just cashed out like you do you know the feeling
Nah they still hatin so they don't know the feeling
Credits
Writer(s): Kyonn Bragg
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