Bigg Bagg

Gotta big bag in the back of the building
Contraband king keep da coke in the ceiling
Cocaine trappa in the trenches for the millions
Goat going hard
Like some Wild ass Gremlins
Performin at the show lowkey Im strapped
Money like Dominoes fallin stacks
Shit on the waisteline 50 attached
Spin wit the Metblack hoodie and a mac
Demon witta Draco
Show me where the smoke at
Pop me bean
Put the lean my in cup
Im extreme Aint no gasin me up
Remember being broke nigga now Im up
Apply more pressure fuck it dont let up
Comin thru ya speaker
Better turn this shit up
100 a show nigga Im going up
My pockets on Norbit
My bitch is foreign
Strap when touring
Off of Moonrocks
Made a fortune while performing

Informants try to verify vocals from recordings
Blowin on purple wit killas no Urkles
Reach for mines spread you like Mursa
Life in the gutter cant go commercial
Private jets only dont do commercial
Crazy with the wordplay This shit went viral
Pocket fulla blue chips smellin like soar
None of my niggas can vote we federal
Glocks in the yo yeah drinkin on medical

Staying concentrated and highly motivated
My conscience telling me to run it up dailey
My money and the jewelry
Keep these pussy niggas hatin
Aint no debation
Ill kill a nigga for my paper
While sippin meds like a mental health patient

Gotta big bag in the back of the building
Contraband king keep da coke in the ceiling
Cocaine trappa in the trenches for the millions
Goat going hard
Like some Wild ass Gremlins
Performin at the show lowkey Im strapped
Money like Dominoes fallin stacks
Shit on the waisteline 50 attached
Spin wit the Metblack hoodie and a mac
Demon witta Draco
Show me where the smoke at
Pop me bean lean my in cup
Im extreme Aint no gasin me up
Remember being broke Now Im up
Apply more pressure Dont let up
Comin thru ya speaker Turn me up
100 a show Im going up
My pockets on Norbit
My bitch is foreign

Slide wit my slimes in silence
Big pocket rocket
Keep a nigga off balance
Run up get sprayed like a ocean
Cant be speaking on cases thats open
Chase money get bos for the low
Fix ya boy face No lackin
He get shot for muggin Im active
Keep heat fix a niggas ass in traffic
While in public war ready for the action

I get the pack in the trap Im smashin
Drum on me whenever Im marchin
Smokin shit the color of Martians
Me and my hittas went shoppin for some choppas
Thats more shots comin out of the cartrige

Bo's for the low
In the yo right now
Scope at the show
For the Opps right now



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Writer(s): Charles Powell
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