Gotta Bag Now

I make that bag go make a bag crooked dealings had a shady past
Say he like that then we gne see if he ain't holding weight then we gne take his ass
Younger days I was taking flags late night missions riding paper bag
And I ain't Able to trust nan nigga
You know the story Kane snaked his ass
Hundo
Really I been a monster I'm like bumpers nigga I keep a biggie bag
Going against the mob like driving sleep most likely we finna crash
I give my respect so I receive it I just be getting cash
And I been paperchasing finally caught it I guess I'm getting fast
Let's make em mad na I'm back in the booth I'm on they ass na
With a lot more focus this MTE shit finna spread like a rash na
They was wishing and hoping I stayed down look at em
They sad na cause I beat that situation bounced back and i gotta bag na
I'm on some moe shit tryna use her connects without using my old bitch
I swear she ain't know shit and that's why she stuck in the world pulling hoe shit
These niggas snakes and I notice
I be watching they moves and they motions
I be mixing the juice with the potion soaking up game and running with vultures

Naw Ian too big on that textn shit
I smash on these hoes and forget em I'm negligent
I do not fuck with these niggas I'm prejudice
I just beat somebody mama named Stephanie damn
Albert Einstein to who testing me I keep that hammer like I build professionally
I'm with the shit so these niggas dont mess with me
Aim at his cap get him wrapped like a Mexican
I get that bag in cause I get that work out like a trainer
You cross that line you in danger my niggas coming for souls
We ain't aiming to maim you
Red flag ima flamer real life animal it ain't shit that can tame me
I really been with the plug sampling 50 different buds outta containers
Niggas top hat with the cap shit like they really can't die from this rap shit
That semi turn niggas to gymnasts I click it'll hit and make niggas do backflips
Im after money you dummy that check come I'm sprinting for it on some track shit
And I hit her G spot with the D plus ima Boss but ain't no Mac shit on god
A I switched it up put my self in position cause I know how niggas rock
And they know I'm popping big hundo a rocket as soon as I drop I'm shooting to the top
I was sitting still for a minute they thought I was slipping didn't know I was getting guap
And I got so fucked up last night that I fainted woke up to my bottom bitch giving top
Free all the guys that caught a case treat a hoe like a clown ima paint her face
We keep them flowers just like a vase money talks and I dig everything it say
I just do me that's the only way I got this lil chick aurie look like lisa raye
Bill belichik that's with the play introverted never got too much to say
I get that money by myself still smoking strong rolling biceps
In love with my double cup just like Roddy rocket with me everywhere for my health
Meatman told me he the way to the plug when I went met him he was not there
I was cooling I just sat there
Roasting blunts and sold a block there
That's why he fuck with me he know whats up with me sent me a 70 piece i gottem gone
Really my nigga was never a issue can hit him right now and get p's of the strong
Heard I got hit and he sent me
Some poppers didn't ask for a dollar tried giving me zones
Got scripts like a doctor so what are you on
Prolly go make a play when I finish this song
Hundo



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Writer(s): Terrance Berry
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