Bag (feat. HITM SMOKE)

Yea, Yea Lil Maxxx
TNE Jaypee
All these pills been fucking up my body I can barely breathe
It's so much evil shit in the streets that I can barely sleep
Mama say I need to talk to God he won't say shit to me
Brudda say I ain't got my Health right how I'm gont make history
Why these niggas trynna prove they street don't make no sense to me
Only ride for my niggas I know they gont lend for me
Tired of all that fake love told that bitch I need chemistry
Pain in every song so when Im gone they gont remember me

I got that 45 in the stash, 26 up In my pocket
(Right now)

You ain't talking bout no cash conversation need to stop it
(On god)

Nigga mugging like he bout it

Run up on me I'm gont pop it
(Pussy)

Bullets hot just like some takis
Ima die bout my Versace
If you saying we broke you lost it

She say I get her wet faucet
(Faucet)

You hang around me you gone get rich can't no nigga call me toxic
You move like a junky need a fix zombie

I'll give you a deal but gotta pay for this pill to pop it
(Just pop it)

Now they calling me real white boys hit my phone say it kick in feeling awesome
(Yeah)

Lil Maxxx must really be chosen he just getting fans already the coldest
(Coldest)

Cant hang around niggas that's fake gangstas, call em mannequin they be posing
(Yeah)

I was down came up I ain't say shit cause I did what the fuck Im posed to
(What I'm posed to)

Pray to god to get mo cash check my phone in the morning when the shop open
(Yeah)

I been going up it ain't no stopping me
6 Feet under that's where the opps a be
Rolling up a pussy nigga he a opp to me
Nigga fucked up in the head tryin talk to me
Got the city showing up just started droppin shit
Some people showed love some showed opposite
I'm drop a location I do not visit
Hear a knock I grab my Glock you cannot get In

Making plays I'm in Houston, I love my rocket might have to shoot it
(Pop, Pop)

Get tired paying Saks Fifth full price, where the workers that be using

My drip so fresh I need to be connected I'm screaming free all of the boosters
(Free em)

I walk in the club might be lit of molly lil hoe tell me I look like Foogi
(Foogiano)

Won't play no games pass me the bottle
Vibin with bitches that's looking like models
She say play yo song through American idol
Still watch what's around hating niggas be plotting
Shout out my bro Boobie that nigga my rider

So when I get on I buy him a Bugatti
(My Brudda)

Might buy every shooter a park for the times
They was sliding celebrate that they ain't the ones dying
(Yeah, Yeah)

Know youngings bout money do dwellings
Aint making no money in nobody class no they first degree felons
I feel they pain if ain't bout the dollar I don't wanna hear it Helen Keller
And I ain't scared of no nigga my only fear is being regular
(Yeah, Yeah Lil Maxxx)