Bag Bag
I'm bout the bag bag
Hey, hey
It's C Sensei (Ayy)
450 Gang (Ayy)
Ayy
Gone plot and renovate (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm getting truck loads, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm turning up on them, I'm bout the bag bag
Yeah they celibate, she out here selling pussy
Yeah they filthy rich
I got crushed diamond wrists, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
Yeah they mad max
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the rack rack
I stack it add add, shooters like Baghdad
I put these rack in my pants
Pulling up in a benz
I got crushed diamond wrist, you can't stand this shit
I make them haters sick, you got the heebie jeebies
I'm getting ugly on these hoes like jeepers creepers
Bitch I play for keeps, selling pounds out the Bimmer
My clothes used to reek, they tried to study my demeanor
Dope boy out here C'd up, trapping these records like reefer
Copped the Benz it was cleaner
New wave put them VV's up
Tailor made I want a Bentley truck
Bitches slay but I won't cuff
We got the Midas touch (Ayy)
Thanking the LORD from above
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm getting truck loads, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm turning up on them, I'm bout the bag bag
Yeah they celibate, she out here selling pussy
Yeah they filthy rich
I got crushed diamond wrists, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
Yeah they mad max
Hey, hey
It's C Sensei (Ayy)
450 Gang (Ayy)
Ayy
Gone plot and renovate (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm getting truck loads, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm turning up on them, I'm bout the bag bag
Yeah they celibate, she out here selling pussy
Yeah they filthy rich
I got crushed diamond wrists, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
Yeah they mad max
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the rack rack
I stack it add add, shooters like Baghdad
I put these rack in my pants
Pulling up in a benz
I got crushed diamond wrist, you can't stand this shit
I make them haters sick, you got the heebie jeebies
I'm getting ugly on these hoes like jeepers creepers
Bitch I play for keeps, selling pounds out the Bimmer
My clothes used to reek, they tried to study my demeanor
Dope boy out here C'd up, trapping these records like reefer
Copped the Benz it was cleaner
New wave put them VV's up
Tailor made I want a Bentley truck
Bitches slay but I won't cuff
We got the Midas touch (Ayy)
Thanking the LORD from above
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm getting truck loads, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm turning up on them, I'm bout the bag bag
Yeah they celibate, she out here selling pussy
Yeah they filthy rich
I got crushed diamond wrists, I'm bout the bag bag
I'm bout the bag bag, I'm bout the bag bag
Yeah they mad max
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Writer(s): 0, Christopher Perino
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