Blow a Bag
I might blow a bag
I got these haters mad
I'm something like Rick yea
I stay in a lab
Ya girl on my dick yea
No I didn't mean to brag
She just with me cuz I'm lit
She think she might get a bag
Girl relax
This was only for the night
I was really tryna smash
She hit me like where you at
I was smoking up with lotti
We had just got a new pack
I stepped in the bank today
And all I did was laugh
All I did was laugh
I stepped in the bank today
And all I did was laugh
I gotta stay high
Can't let no bullshit stress me
Rappers talk like they be drilling
That shit don't impress me
We blow bags
We count digits
Yea We bout to run it up
I Smoke gas
I roll raw fuck a swisher
This some runtz
Please don't ask what's in my cup
Bitch I'm up yea I'm woke
I been moving through the city with my bro
If it's smoke please don't choke let me know
He was talking hot
Now that boy ghost
How you think it's beef with me
If you use to be bro
This shit got me out my mind
Outta control
It's lotta fake shit in this game
Nobody knows
It's lotta fake shit in this game
Nobody knows
I might blow a bag
I got these haters mad
I'm something like Rick yea
I stay in a lab
Ya girl on my dick yea
No I didn't mean to brag
She just with me cuz I'm lit
She think she might get a bag
Girl relax
This was only for the night
I was really tryna smash
She hit me like where you at
I was smoking up with lotti
We had just got a new pack
I stepped in the bank today
And all I did was laugh
All I did was laugh
I stepped in the bank today
And all I did was laugh
I got these haters mad
I'm something like Rick yea
I stay in a lab
Ya girl on my dick yea
No I didn't mean to brag
She just with me cuz I'm lit
She think she might get a bag
Girl relax
This was only for the night
I was really tryna smash
She hit me like where you at
I was smoking up with lotti
We had just got a new pack
I stepped in the bank today
And all I did was laugh
All I did was laugh
I stepped in the bank today
And all I did was laugh
I gotta stay high
Can't let no bullshit stress me
Rappers talk like they be drilling
That shit don't impress me
We blow bags
We count digits
Yea We bout to run it up
I Smoke gas
I roll raw fuck a swisher
This some runtz
Please don't ask what's in my cup
Bitch I'm up yea I'm woke
I been moving through the city with my bro
If it's smoke please don't choke let me know
He was talking hot
Now that boy ghost
How you think it's beef with me
If you use to be bro
This shit got me out my mind
Outta control
It's lotta fake shit in this game
Nobody knows
It's lotta fake shit in this game
Nobody knows
I might blow a bag
I got these haters mad
I'm something like Rick yea
I stay in a lab
Ya girl on my dick yea
No I didn't mean to brag
She just with me cuz I'm lit
She think she might get a bag
Girl relax
This was only for the night
I was really tryna smash
She hit me like where you at
I was smoking up with lotti
We had just got a new pack
I stepped in the bank today
And all I did was laugh
All I did was laugh
I stepped in the bank today
And all I did was laugh
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Writer(s): Joseph Howard
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