STACKED MY BAG
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
1, 2, 3, Now they bitches mad
I being gettin' paper, man, I'm stackin' up my bag
Got- Got a rotation full of hitters, I got a cast
There'll be more red on yo body, I ain't talkin' about fuckin' rash
Navigation in space, man, I'm flyin' solo
Guess you can say my real name is Han Solo
Wearing a Flannel, dripped out, but I ain't no cholo
Wearing a Flannel, dripped out, but I ain't no cholo
Don't you get caught doin dumb shit
'Cause the fairy ain't gonna give you the teeth's that you lost
Guess you can say I'm streamin'
The way I have you watchin' me all the time like my name is Adin Ross
Shoutout to Glee, 'cause I'm full of these people actin' like they are the shit
Like bro, in reality you are not
Money all under my waist, maybe I'm just overweight
I need the bread now, fuck the crumbs, I need to get paid
1, 2, 3, Now they bitches mad
I being gettin' paper, man, I'm stackin' up my bag
Got a rotation full of hitters, I got a cast
There'll be more red on yo body, I ain't talkin' about fuckin' rash
Navigation in space, man, I'm flyin' solo
Guess you can say my real name is Han Solo
Wearing a Flannel, dripped out, but I ain't no cholo
Wearing a Flannel, dripped out, but I ain't no cholo
1, 2, 3, Now they bitches mad
I being gettin' paper, man, I'm stackin' up my bag
Got- Got a rotation full of hitters, I got a cast
There'll be more red on yo body, I ain't talkin' about fuckin' rash
Navigation in space, man, I'm flyin' solo
Guess you can say my real name is Han Solo
Wearing a Flannel, dripped out, but I ain't no cholo
Wearing a Flannel, dripped out, but I ain't no cholo
Don't you get caught doin dumb shit
'Cause the fairy ain't gonna give you the teeth's that you lost
Guess you can say I'm streamin'
The way I have you watchin' me all the time like my name is Adin Ross
Shoutout to Glee, 'cause I'm full of these people actin' like they are the shit
Like bro, in reality you are not
Money all under my waist, maybe I'm just overweight
I need the bread now, fuck the crumbs, I need to get paid
1, 2, 3, Now they bitches mad
I being gettin' paper, man, I'm stackin' up my bag
Got a rotation full of hitters, I got a cast
There'll be more red on yo body, I ain't talkin' about fuckin' rash
Navigation in space, man, I'm flyin' solo
Guess you can say my real name is Han Solo
Wearing a Flannel, dripped out, but I ain't no cholo
Wearing a Flannel, dripped out, but I ain't no cholo
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Writer(s): Eric S
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