The Sack
Yeah
Mmh
Oh oh
Mhmm
Yeah yeah
Aye
I'ma pull up in the front
And I'ma pop the trunk
And show you what a real nigga made of
Shawty what you want
Aye
Cause I got what you need
Satisfaction is guaranteed
I got the sack uh
Yeah aye
I got the sack uh
Yeah
I got the sack uh
Yeah yeah
I got the sack uh
Yeah
I'ma swing the whip up in the front
(Scrr)
Trunk on boom
Whole damn thang
In the bag with the tool
Nigga act funny
I got something for em
Know how niggas act
When you be pulling up in a foreign
Ticket so good
I can't stay away
Something like pussy
I'ma need a plate
Cause I be catching plays
Uh, from morning to the noon
Tank on E
Blow the gas to the moon
Yeah
Hey yeah
Mmh
Let it breathe
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Big bows by the crate
All mines all profit
Just shoot ya boy
A couple dollars
Fuck with me
If you fuck with me
Make sure you
Keep it solid
Phone taps be real
Not too much
Bets keep quiet
Yeah yeah
Look
I gotta ratchet
With a beam on it
I ain't got the time
To play around wit ya
Ha
Aye
You know a nigga got children
I'ma make damn sure
I make it home to em
Oh
Uh oh
And got one on the way
So you know i won't play
I pull that whip up
In the front
And I'ma pop the trunk
And show you what a real nigga made of
Shawty what you want
Aye
Cause I got what you need
Satisfaction is guaranteed
I got the sack uh
Yeah aye
I got the sack uh
Yeah
I got the sack uh
Yeah yeah
I got the sack uh
Yeah
232 shit
Mmh
Oh oh
Mhmm
Yeah yeah
Aye
I'ma pull up in the front
And I'ma pop the trunk
And show you what a real nigga made of
Shawty what you want
Aye
Cause I got what you need
Satisfaction is guaranteed
I got the sack uh
Yeah aye
I got the sack uh
Yeah
I got the sack uh
Yeah yeah
I got the sack uh
Yeah
I'ma swing the whip up in the front
(Scrr)
Trunk on boom
Whole damn thang
In the bag with the tool
Nigga act funny
I got something for em
Know how niggas act
When you be pulling up in a foreign
Ticket so good
I can't stay away
Something like pussy
I'ma need a plate
Cause I be catching plays
Uh, from morning to the noon
Tank on E
Blow the gas to the moon
Yeah
Hey yeah
Mmh
Let it breathe
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Big bows by the crate
All mines all profit
Just shoot ya boy
A couple dollars
Fuck with me
If you fuck with me
Make sure you
Keep it solid
Phone taps be real
Not too much
Bets keep quiet
Yeah yeah
Look
I gotta ratchet
With a beam on it
I ain't got the time
To play around wit ya
Ha
Aye
You know a nigga got children
I'ma make damn sure
I make it home to em
Oh
Uh oh
And got one on the way
So you know i won't play
I pull that whip up
In the front
And I'ma pop the trunk
And show you what a real nigga made of
Shawty what you want
Aye
Cause I got what you need
Satisfaction is guaranteed
I got the sack uh
Yeah aye
I got the sack uh
Yeah
I got the sack uh
Yeah yeah
I got the sack uh
Yeah
232 shit
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Writer(s): Titus Foster
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