Bag Talk (feat. Icewear Vezzo)

Yea, aye
Smoke a pussy nigga like a backwood
Aint never play no basketball But I trap good
Yea,
You ain't really gangsta you just act hood
Think he finna run off wit that pape
I'll bet I wack cuz

Aye Vez this Tris ain't gon' sell just like this Act would
Smack the shit outta that boy just like his dad would
My momma don't want me servin' packs
But she know that I'm damn good
I'll move a 50 pack posted in the damn hood, aye

We a bleed em' niggas blocks until we run outta bullets
Walk a pussy nigga down and then I stand n pull it
Got that FN in my pocket, hit him in his hoodie
Yeah this dog so strong that bitch need a mullet

When I'm fuckin' on his bitch
She want me grab her hair n pull it
I'm Abdullah,
Blow the spot up if you ain't tryna pay my mula
Mask on while I'm drivin' hunnid bows in the trunk,
My mans put this deal together so I break him off a chunk

I just poured a pint of Techy up wit RAWOOD
Big Choppa that bitch flip a whole car hood
I got a laser on the AR, look like Star Wars
Took a hundred thousand to LA and I bought all crud

Big AK wit a 30 bitch a clog pores
Bought a 7 gram blunt from the cigar store
I was steppin' thru the mud up in my concords
I made it here today so you know that's what I grind for

Got so much water on my neck Might fuck around and drown
Oh he got a thousand pints I'm finna buy him out
Put so much pressure on em boys
I made em throw the towel
40 and a drakeo wit me when I ride thru town

Man I feel like Mayweather the way I'm boxin' up these bows
Stackin' up them pros and if your price right, I get it gone
I can't love you baby so I gotta lead you on
This is Strictly Bag Talk,
Go and listen to them songs...