Duffle Bag
Run that bag up
I been going hard yeah monday thru sunday
Legs tired ouuuahhhh but I came up from nun
And if it don't make dollars ima count up the cent
My niggas don't wear collars we won't fold for shit
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
If it's problems shake sum she slang bullets and fists
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
I told y'all niggas boy don't play with me
Duffle bag CEO she wanna fuck with the winning team
I spend them racks get it back hustle in my spleen
Day ones in my section nigga mob ties yatta mean
Now we straight up out the four the whole city fucked up
We jus tryna make it out so all my niggas keep it tucked
Tryna make my momma proud cus we done been thru enough
I raised my brothers like my child so I know them niggas tough
I was so tired of being broke so I'll never give it up
If a nigga think it's sweet I swear I got the glizzy tucked
We ain't running from no smoke I swear it's up it's stuck
All my niggas in the section yeah we throw them fours up
Run that bag up
I been going hard yeah monday thru sunday
Legs tired ouuuahhhh but I came up from nun
And if it don't make dollars ima count up the cent
My niggas don't wear collars we won't fold for shit
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
If it's problems shake sum she slang bullets and fists
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
I was dead broke still looking for answers
My og diagnosed I wanna kill that bitch cancer
Them clips be long as fuck I swear they look like bananas
Them clips be long as fuck I swear they look like bananas
Every time we in a jam I only tuck I don't fold
Every fight my brother been in is every fight that I rode
I wanna change the way we living we use heat from the stove
It was hoodies extra blankets so we wouldn't catch a cold
Remember walking to the gym a nigga jus wanna hoop
Jus cus yo mans gotta gun that don't mean he gone shoot
Cus we got real life shottas I swear to God they won't blink
And if you keep playing scared we leave yo brains on the scene
Run that bag up
I been going hard yeah monday thru sunday
Legs tired ouuuahhhh but I came up from nun
And if it don't make dollars ima count up the cent
My niggas don't wear collars we won't fold for shit
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
If it's problems shake sum she slang bullets and fists
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
I been going hard yeah monday thru sunday
Legs tired ouuuahhhh but I came up from nun
And if it don't make dollars ima count up the cent
My niggas don't wear collars we won't fold for shit
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
If it's problems shake sum she slang bullets and fists
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
I told y'all niggas boy don't play with me
Duffle bag CEO she wanna fuck with the winning team
I spend them racks get it back hustle in my spleen
Day ones in my section nigga mob ties yatta mean
Now we straight up out the four the whole city fucked up
We jus tryna make it out so all my niggas keep it tucked
Tryna make my momma proud cus we done been thru enough
I raised my brothers like my child so I know them niggas tough
I was so tired of being broke so I'll never give it up
If a nigga think it's sweet I swear I got the glizzy tucked
We ain't running from no smoke I swear it's up it's stuck
All my niggas in the section yeah we throw them fours up
Run that bag up
I been going hard yeah monday thru sunday
Legs tired ouuuahhhh but I came up from nun
And if it don't make dollars ima count up the cent
My niggas don't wear collars we won't fold for shit
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
If it's problems shake sum she slang bullets and fists
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
I was dead broke still looking for answers
My og diagnosed I wanna kill that bitch cancer
Them clips be long as fuck I swear they look like bananas
Them clips be long as fuck I swear they look like bananas
Every time we in a jam I only tuck I don't fold
Every fight my brother been in is every fight that I rode
I wanna change the way we living we use heat from the stove
It was hoodies extra blankets so we wouldn't catch a cold
Remember walking to the gym a nigga jus wanna hoop
Jus cus yo mans gotta gun that don't mean he gone shoot
Cus we got real life shottas I swear to God they won't blink
And if you keep playing scared we leave yo brains on the scene
Run that bag up
I been going hard yeah monday thru sunday
Legs tired ouuuahhhh but I came up from nun
And if it don't make dollars ima count up the cent
My niggas don't wear collars we won't fold for shit
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
If it's problems shake sum she slang bullets and fists
They call me duffle bag Brayy big weight hold this
Credits
Writer(s): Branton Thomas Jr.
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