Bag

Ay, A nigga in his Bag
Bitch im big heem, aint pressin me, no ian goin out sad
A fill em up juss like some groceries inna plastic bag
Tht nigga tryna go to war well nigga draw da flag
Shots a touch em, now he it, dem bullets playin tag
A leave em glitchin like a game, shit all he do is lag
When he run he finna trip, since dat boi wanna sag
Shit aint a nigga beat my ass but ian tryna brag

A knock a nigga of his feet, den stomp tht nigga back
Yo brothers finna getchu hurt, and turned into a pack
Dat nigga rocking kc hats cus all he do is cap
She thick asf when she walk up I love to smack her ass

This K a chomp a nigga down like he a fucking snack
Tht nigga lookin like he itching, imma get em scratched
Call up lean, juss like potatoes we gone get em mashed
Bitch its almost time for Christmas we gone get em wrapped

I slowed it down juss for dem ppl say i rap to fast
Break his body, have em put his body inna cast
I beat his ass a while ago but that was inna past
U not a thug, yo opp be pressin, stop da fuckin act {BITCH}

Ay, A nigga in his Bag
Bitch im big heem, aint pressin me, no ian goin out sad
A fill em up juss like some groceries inna plastic bag
Tht nigga tryna go to war well nigga draw da flag
Shots a touch em, now he it, dem bullets playin tag
A leave em glitchin like a game, shit all he do is lag
When he run he finna trip, since dat boi wanna sag
Shit aint a nigga beat my ass but ian tryna brag

Bitch you a pussy, know big heem aint letting shit slide
Nigga steady talkin real tuff im quick to buss mine
Punch a goofy nigga inna throat nd make em stop cryin
Thinking u fast we stoppin shit like a stop sign

That nigga rotating backwards he counter clockwise
Say dat u a devil, lim a send em to da darkside
He looking for me all over that nigga cockide
We scared his ass he started foaming like peroxide

U running round this a sport, but aint no down time

No ian switchin the flow this shit gon all ryhme
Bullets get to laying em down ig its bedtime

Aint no face, it aint no case, so it aint no crime

My niggaz stayin on ten, we always keep dimes

Shit aint gon blow up rq, its finna take time
I wont ever trip off a opp if he aint touch mine

U pressed about her get on, right now she all mine

Ay, A nigga in his Bag
Bitch im big heem, aint pressin me, no ian goin out sad
A fill em up juss like some groceries inna plastic bag
Tht nigga tryna go to war well nigga draw da flag
Shots a touch em, now he it, dem bullets playin tag
A leave em glitchin like a game, shit all he do is lag
When he run he finna trip, since dat boi wanna sag
Shit aint a nigga beat my ass but ian tryna brag {Gang}