The Bag

Homies talking shit, i ain't bad damn,
Way they talking bout me, make me sound bad,
Listen, All i'm tryna do is follow my path
I ain't really think that it's part of God's plan

Tryna get the bag with the loot
Pull up alley oop
Stutter step yo bitch, then i'm hanging from the hoop
Getting lit up off the goo
Feeling loose
Shorty saying I'm looking hot, she gon blow me like I'm soup

Getting bands for the boo, but i ain't getting booed up
Popped me perc y'all ain't even see me boot up
Passing it around cause I'm tryna get my loot up
(tryna get my loot up)

South-side stunting, 205 soldier
Imma rammer jammer alabama, nigga thought i told you
Tryna flex it for the culture, flying with some vultures
Niggas at ya neck when you trapping out the rover

Makin deals, feeling like we living in hills
Getting meals eating zaxby's, on the real
On the bill know we stacking and packing up for a meal, got my woes
Keep it low, like we smoking up on the go,

Bean in my spleen and i'm off of the goop
Lean in my arsenal feel like the troops
Belly so fat that it look a foop
Pockets so full that i sit with a stoop

Roll up a blunt, ain't shit you could say
Cookin it up like i'm making fila
Feel like the bay cause i got me bae
give her the dick that she can't turn away

Got the bag with the loot
Pull up alley oop
Stutter step yo bitch then I'm hanging from the hoop
Getting lit up off the goo
Feeling loose
Shorty saying I'm looking hot, she gon blow me like i'm soup

Got the bag with the loot
Pull up alley oop
Stutter step yo bitch then I'm hanging from the hoop
Getting lit up off the goo
Feeling loose
Shorty saying I'm looking hot, she gon blow me like I'm soup



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Writer(s): Aubrey Ramsey
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