Bag Na
They say, "Lil' nigga, hold your head high"
I'm like, "Fuck you, nigga, you ain't never do nothin' for me"
If you ain't my mama or my bros, you can't ask for nothin'
I'm doin' good, I'm livin' good
Since you ain't ask, but say you love me
Remember I was bummy, I'm that same nigga that came from nothin'
I got a bag now
Can show my ass off
Got a bad bitch just to wipe me down
Wanna ride, bro'nem got the sticks in the car, huh
Nigga, them sticks involved
Catch his ass lackin', I'm lettin' him have it
No NFL, he gettin' picked off
It's consequences when you fuck with us
This nigga must be trippin' off angel dust
He moved wrong and he got flushed
You in beef, nigga, what you slippin' for?
7.62s, nigga, let 'em off
Caught this nigga out of bounds
Shouldn't've had my name in his mouth
He lost, hе can't be found
One, two, three, knock him down
Turn your smile into a frown
Don't bе stupid, how many bullets take for a hundred clowns?
Leave 'em clueless, all this gun smoke, but no shells on the ground
Remember when they turned me down, now all these bitches want me now
He can talk that shit, when we catch him, reason he gettin' popped
On that block, he can't be recognized, he gettin' shot
Punched him down, hit him so hard that his shoes flew off
Don't bump opps around here, a nigga get your speakers blew off
They say, "Lil' nigga, hold your head high"
I'm like, "Fuck you, nigga, you ain't never do nothin' for me"
If you ain't my mama or my bros, you can't ask for nothin'
I'm doin' good, I'm livin' good,
Since you ain't ask, but say you love me
Remember I was bummy, I'm that same nigga that came from nothin'
I got a bag now
Can show my ass off
Got a bad bitch just to wipe me down
Wanna ride, bro'nem got the sticks in the car, huh
Nigga, them sticks involved
Catch his ass lackin', I'm lettin' him have it
No NFL, he gettin' picked off
A nigga ain't never do shit for me
Before gettin' money, I was robbin'
Sellin' weed ain't never work, was steady smokin' all my profit
Only job I ever had was cuttin' grass to make some dollars
Sixty on the reggie pack and it joke for to get me hide it
With my cousins playin' cops and robbers, nigga, I was the robber
Started off as caps, now we got them tools, they way louder
Fill your ass up with these slugs,
You gon' need way more than a doctor
Don't disrespect me like that
Bitch, you know that I'm a fuckin' goblin, huh
And that's that
These bitch-ass niggas don't want no fuckin' smoke with us
Ho-ass niggas
These niggas ain't even like that on they side, nigga
You know we gon' ride 'til the motherfuckin' wheels fall off
They say, "Lil' nigga, hold your head high"
I'm like, "Fuck you, nigga, you ain't never do nothin' for me"
If you ain't my mama or my bros, you can't ask for nothin'
I'm doin' good, I'm livin' good,
Since you ain't ask, but say you love me
Remember I was bummy, I'm that same nigga that came from nothin'
I got a bag now
Can show my ass off
Got a bad bitch just to wipe me down
Wanna ride, bro'nem got the sticks in the car, huh
Nigga, them sticks involved
Catch his ass lackin', I'm lettin' him have it
No NFL, he gettin' picked off
I'm like, "Fuck you, nigga, you ain't never do nothin' for me"
If you ain't my mama or my bros, you can't ask for nothin'
I'm doin' good, I'm livin' good
Since you ain't ask, but say you love me
Remember I was bummy, I'm that same nigga that came from nothin'
I got a bag now
Can show my ass off
Got a bad bitch just to wipe me down
Wanna ride, bro'nem got the sticks in the car, huh
Nigga, them sticks involved
Catch his ass lackin', I'm lettin' him have it
No NFL, he gettin' picked off
It's consequences when you fuck with us
This nigga must be trippin' off angel dust
He moved wrong and he got flushed
You in beef, nigga, what you slippin' for?
7.62s, nigga, let 'em off
Caught this nigga out of bounds
Shouldn't've had my name in his mouth
He lost, hе can't be found
One, two, three, knock him down
Turn your smile into a frown
Don't bе stupid, how many bullets take for a hundred clowns?
Leave 'em clueless, all this gun smoke, but no shells on the ground
Remember when they turned me down, now all these bitches want me now
He can talk that shit, when we catch him, reason he gettin' popped
On that block, he can't be recognized, he gettin' shot
Punched him down, hit him so hard that his shoes flew off
Don't bump opps around here, a nigga get your speakers blew off
They say, "Lil' nigga, hold your head high"
I'm like, "Fuck you, nigga, you ain't never do nothin' for me"
If you ain't my mama or my bros, you can't ask for nothin'
I'm doin' good, I'm livin' good,
Since you ain't ask, but say you love me
Remember I was bummy, I'm that same nigga that came from nothin'
I got a bag now
Can show my ass off
Got a bad bitch just to wipe me down
Wanna ride, bro'nem got the sticks in the car, huh
Nigga, them sticks involved
Catch his ass lackin', I'm lettin' him have it
No NFL, he gettin' picked off
A nigga ain't never do shit for me
Before gettin' money, I was robbin'
Sellin' weed ain't never work, was steady smokin' all my profit
Only job I ever had was cuttin' grass to make some dollars
Sixty on the reggie pack and it joke for to get me hide it
With my cousins playin' cops and robbers, nigga, I was the robber
Started off as caps, now we got them tools, they way louder
Fill your ass up with these slugs,
You gon' need way more than a doctor
Don't disrespect me like that
Bitch, you know that I'm a fuckin' goblin, huh
And that's that
These bitch-ass niggas don't want no fuckin' smoke with us
Ho-ass niggas
These niggas ain't even like that on they side, nigga
You know we gon' ride 'til the motherfuckin' wheels fall off
They say, "Lil' nigga, hold your head high"
I'm like, "Fuck you, nigga, you ain't never do nothin' for me"
If you ain't my mama or my bros, you can't ask for nothin'
I'm doin' good, I'm livin' good,
Since you ain't ask, but say you love me
Remember I was bummy, I'm that same nigga that came from nothin'
I got a bag now
Can show my ass off
Got a bad bitch just to wipe me down
Wanna ride, bro'nem got the sticks in the car, huh
Nigga, them sticks involved
Catch his ass lackin', I'm lettin' him have it
No NFL, he gettin' picked off
Credits
Writer(s): Cedric Mcclain, Jeffery Tate, Lebrandon Robertson
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