Bag It

Trap
Trap
Swaggy
Trap
Trap

Bag it up and sell it like it's weed
Swear I've always been the realest nigga on my team
Pull up on them flexing got it busting out my Jeans
Got enough bullets for your whole fucking team
I really need some shit to hold a hundred rounds
Blue face thotiana tell that bitch to bust it down
Bag it up and sell it like it's weed
Swear I've always been the realest nigga on my team

Pockets like a thick bitch from Houston I got milly bucks
I could spit that raw shit and really fuck the city up
Love it when you ride me like a horse baby giddy up
Ride with two glocks like Tupac and make me hit me up
Really I get nasty I get dirty I get slimy
Pop a perc and turn into a demon perfect timing
I ain't even rapping - really I'm just rhyming
Cha cha on the beat the way that I be sliding
All he know is fiction - niggas steady lying
Nigga play with Swaggy another nigga dying
I ain't worried bout no bitches I got money on my mind
Baby say she love it when I hit her from behind

Bag it up and sell it like it's weed
Swear I've always been the realest nigga on my team
Pull up on them flexing got it busting out my Jeans
Got enough bullets for your whole fucking team
I really need some shit to hold a hundred rounds
Blue face thotiana tell that bitch to bust it down
Bag it up and sell it like it's weed
Swear I've always been the realest nigga on my team

Knock knock police steady knocking at my door
I ain't answer shit cuz I got way too many poles
Bro really the plug said he got way too many bowls
The hood just like Atlanta we got way too many zones
Ring ring who is that keep blowing up my phone?
Bling bling flexing on that bitch my jewelry on
I don't sip on clear but if I do that shit Patron
You can't be a boss if you don't put yo niggas on
Niggas hating from a distance cause they know we really lit
Boys never want no smoke cause niggas know we with the shit
Nigga really think he gangsta but I know that boy a bitch
Whole gang full of old men walking with them sticks
Steve Nash Swaggy but you know I love assists
Bro gone shoot this bitch from deep and bae I promise he don't miss
Fuck them Alexander McQueens them hoes uglier than a bitch
Fuck that Gucci belt granny used to whoop us with a switch

Bag it up and sell it like it's weed
Swear I've always been the realest nigga on my team
Pull up on them flexing got it busting out my Jeans
Got enough bullets for your whole fucking team
I really need some shit to hold a hundred rounds
Blue face thotiana tell that bitch to bust it down
Bag it up and sell it like it's weed
Swear I've always been the realest nigga on my team

Ring ring who is that keep blowing up my phone
Bro really the plug say he got way too many bowls
The hood just like Atlanta we got way too many zones



Credits
Writer(s): Terrance Vaughn, Trapent Swaggy
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