Message Frm Bag Man
Ayo soup
Its bout that time
Its bout that time to show em how we coming
How we rockin and rollin
You feel me?
Its bag time!
Its bag season!
We finna show em how we get it
We talking shmoney
We aint talking cap
We leave that to those busters
Nigga
Tell em how we run it nigga
Yea
way better
Paid
My self-confidence making a gang of niggas nervous
I'm overtime, you're overboard you will never surface
You overlooked, I'm overlord write it in cursive
Man these Niggas send curses
The lack of father figures
They think they Brujas, broomstick em & switch up they figures
You got a BBL talking bout vegan life fits you
I'm not a judger just adjusting the picture you pitching
And that loudmouth nigga you got watch fake!
We use burner phones cause Apple phones attract snakes
Forbidden fruit I did a loop & caught a tax break
I asked for 2, he gave me 3, now that's a trust bond
Pliers couldn't tear that apart you suckers would mush on
Running from your blessings
That's job of a sucker so who am I to question?
You'll let A.I. teach you and I don't practice that if it ain't God Body
A smirk when they judge me looking like i'm John Gotti
It's like organized crime but the hustle is digital
And we ain't have to scam no bank statement to get it though
I feel for your mom dealing with shit she don't condone
Got the Fed doing Rico cause IG said you was home
Flaunting all that cash but you ain't pay no bill
Now she GoFunding making church plates so you don't do years
It was just casa migos sipping with all of yo folks
That house arrest is a bitch if you can't think on your own
No phone rings
What you experienced was fake love and cloned memes
Bad screenshots with all the edges
This vintage stussy got me looking like I hop ledges
I hop letters, Winter time we ride Lexus
Winner time, marathon I'm well stretched
I stack the competition and the clothes I'm well dressed
The fragrance is Versace leave a bitch stoned face
She don't like the backwoods
She love the way the cones taste
I'm Out
Feet don't fail me now
PAID
Oh yeah and I meant stussy I get tongue tied when I'm kicking ass
Sue me
Saying don't feet fail me now
Its bout that time
Its bout that time to show em how we coming
How we rockin and rollin
You feel me?
Its bag time!
Its bag season!
We finna show em how we get it
We talking shmoney
We aint talking cap
We leave that to those busters
Nigga
Tell em how we run it nigga
Yea
way better
Paid
My self-confidence making a gang of niggas nervous
I'm overtime, you're overboard you will never surface
You overlooked, I'm overlord write it in cursive
Man these Niggas send curses
The lack of father figures
They think they Brujas, broomstick em & switch up they figures
You got a BBL talking bout vegan life fits you
I'm not a judger just adjusting the picture you pitching
And that loudmouth nigga you got watch fake!
We use burner phones cause Apple phones attract snakes
Forbidden fruit I did a loop & caught a tax break
I asked for 2, he gave me 3, now that's a trust bond
Pliers couldn't tear that apart you suckers would mush on
Running from your blessings
That's job of a sucker so who am I to question?
You'll let A.I. teach you and I don't practice that if it ain't God Body
A smirk when they judge me looking like i'm John Gotti
It's like organized crime but the hustle is digital
And we ain't have to scam no bank statement to get it though
I feel for your mom dealing with shit she don't condone
Got the Fed doing Rico cause IG said you was home
Flaunting all that cash but you ain't pay no bill
Now she GoFunding making church plates so you don't do years
It was just casa migos sipping with all of yo folks
That house arrest is a bitch if you can't think on your own
No phone rings
What you experienced was fake love and cloned memes
Bad screenshots with all the edges
This vintage stussy got me looking like I hop ledges
I hop letters, Winter time we ride Lexus
Winner time, marathon I'm well stretched
I stack the competition and the clothes I'm well dressed
The fragrance is Versace leave a bitch stoned face
She don't like the backwoods
She love the way the cones taste
I'm Out
Feet don't fail me now
PAID
Oh yeah and I meant stussy I get tongue tied when I'm kicking ass
Sue me
Saying don't feet fail me now
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