Bag Different
They say the bag is different
That's why I'm bragging different
Gotta lil flashy with it
I got them sliders with me
Draco's and violence with me
Steppers and riders with me
Rolex and Carties with me
Baguettes and Bart is with me (yeah)
Stick in my lap if you trippin
I'm getting head in this Bentley
They telling me ima felon
But I'm riding round with them poles
Cause he done got shot bout a hoe
Damn he got hit in his stomach
Whatever he eat he gone vomit
Cause he gotta whole in his tummy
They say the bag is different
My hoe get Pradas and Birkins
No I can't lie I be trippin
Whenever i'm mad I be spinnin
I put a 20 on his fitted
He ride around with a vengeance
He want revenge but he gotta pay for a spin
I went a busy down a watch
That's a lil ten plus a lil ten
Rap nigga trap out the Benz
Make these hoes jealous on purpose
These bitches gone fuck for a perky
I spent the bin on a opp
Two of they noodles got pop
Still gotta way in that box
Four of they rentals got shot
Can't lower my temper I'm hot
Yeah, like 12 of they niggas been shot
Ain't nun of my niggas been got
Boogers hanging out the face that watch
Ran it up in one day for that watch
I done dropped a whole deuce in that pot
Came back 84 out that pot
They say the bag is different
That's why I'm bragging different
Gotta lil flashy with it
I got them sliders with me
Draco's and violence with me
Steppers and riders with me
Rolex and Carties with me
Baguettes and Bart is with me (yeah)
Stick in my lap if you trippin
I'm getting head in this Bentley
They telling me ima felon
But I'm riding round with them poles
Cause he done got shot bout a hoe
Damn he got hit in his stomach
Whatever he eat he gone vomit
Cause he gotta whole in his tummy
They say the bag is different
My hoe get Pradas and Birkins
No I can't lie I be trippin
When ever i'm mad I be spinnin
I put a 20 on his fitted
He spent the block with his youngin
But this nigga different
Cause he spent the block all alone
He held it down in the trenches
With two or three biscuits he held down on his own
Lately been keeping my distance
From fucking with bitches
Cause I know my right and my wrong
When ever I slide ima get you
Just write me some letters
And send me some pictures
He gotta 60 on me the blue way
You thought I was crippin
Pop you a bean my niggas be rolling
Bite down on that addy stay up and be focused
Get out yo feelings can't deal with emotions
I got the real one if you want to smoke it
Never would agree it if I wasn't the realist
Gwop life the label would die for these niggas
They say the bag is different
That's why I'm bragging different
Gotta lil flashy with it
I got them sliders with me
Draco's and violence with me
Steppers and riders with me
Rolex and Carties with me
Baguettes and Bart is with me (yeah)
Stick in my lap if you trippin
I'm getting head in this Bentley
They telling me ima felon
But I'm riding round with them poles
Cause he done got shot bout a hoe
Damn he got hit in his stomach
Whatever he eat he gone vomit
Cause he gotta whole in his tummy
They say the bag is different
My hoe get Pradas and Birkins
No I can't lie I be trippin
Whenever i'm mad I be spinnin
I put a 20 on his fitted
That's why I'm bragging different
Gotta lil flashy with it
I got them sliders with me
Draco's and violence with me
Steppers and riders with me
Rolex and Carties with me
Baguettes and Bart is with me (yeah)
Stick in my lap if you trippin
I'm getting head in this Bentley
They telling me ima felon
But I'm riding round with them poles
Cause he done got shot bout a hoe
Damn he got hit in his stomach
Whatever he eat he gone vomit
Cause he gotta whole in his tummy
They say the bag is different
My hoe get Pradas and Birkins
No I can't lie I be trippin
Whenever i'm mad I be spinnin
I put a 20 on his fitted
He ride around with a vengeance
He want revenge but he gotta pay for a spin
I went a busy down a watch
That's a lil ten plus a lil ten
Rap nigga trap out the Benz
Make these hoes jealous on purpose
These bitches gone fuck for a perky
I spent the bin on a opp
Two of they noodles got pop
Still gotta way in that box
Four of they rentals got shot
Can't lower my temper I'm hot
Yeah, like 12 of they niggas been shot
Ain't nun of my niggas been got
Boogers hanging out the face that watch
Ran it up in one day for that watch
I done dropped a whole deuce in that pot
Came back 84 out that pot
They say the bag is different
That's why I'm bragging different
Gotta lil flashy with it
I got them sliders with me
Draco's and violence with me
Steppers and riders with me
Rolex and Carties with me
Baguettes and Bart is with me (yeah)
Stick in my lap if you trippin
I'm getting head in this Bentley
They telling me ima felon
But I'm riding round with them poles
Cause he done got shot bout a hoe
Damn he got hit in his stomach
Whatever he eat he gone vomit
Cause he gotta whole in his tummy
They say the bag is different
My hoe get Pradas and Birkins
No I can't lie I be trippin
When ever i'm mad I be spinnin
I put a 20 on his fitted
He spent the block with his youngin
But this nigga different
Cause he spent the block all alone
He held it down in the trenches
With two or three biscuits he held down on his own
Lately been keeping my distance
From fucking with bitches
Cause I know my right and my wrong
When ever I slide ima get you
Just write me some letters
And send me some pictures
He gotta 60 on me the blue way
You thought I was crippin
Pop you a bean my niggas be rolling
Bite down on that addy stay up and be focused
Get out yo feelings can't deal with emotions
I got the real one if you want to smoke it
Never would agree it if I wasn't the realist
Gwop life the label would die for these niggas
They say the bag is different
That's why I'm bragging different
Gotta lil flashy with it
I got them sliders with me
Draco's and violence with me
Steppers and riders with me
Rolex and Carties with me
Baguettes and Bart is with me (yeah)
Stick in my lap if you trippin
I'm getting head in this Bentley
They telling me ima felon
But I'm riding round with them poles
Cause he done got shot bout a hoe
Damn he got hit in his stomach
Whatever he eat he gone vomit
Cause he gotta whole in his tummy
They say the bag is different
My hoe get Pradas and Birkins
No I can't lie I be trippin
Whenever i'm mad I be spinnin
I put a 20 on his fitted
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