Bags To The Sky
Yeah
(Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one)
Big rocks, big rocks, girl, these some big rocks
Big-face Rollie, Flavor Flav, but it don't tick-tock
Nah, it don't tick-tock, AP, we can flip-flop
Yeah, I got on skinny pants, no big clothes, no Kris Kross
Gucci flip-flops, yeah, my toes out, that pole out
Yeah, these niggas snitchin', yeah, they tellin' the pigs out
Yeah, we in now, they know who we is now
Yeah, they know who we was, but they know who we is now
Yeah, yeah, make a ho catch the feels off these riddles
And she got some pretty skin, so sweet as Skittles
Do my dance up on Triller, I make a million
Boy I'm waitin' for my dawg, he wait for appeal
Listen, if you are my children, every day is Christmas
Better think about your children, they gon' need they daddy
'Cause if you play with me, we spazzin'
And they ain't gon' have 'em leave your whole family cryin'
Yeah, we send them bags to the sky
Yeah, we flyin' bags through the sky, bags through the sky
Choose to lay in traffic, get head in the side
Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it's Gucci the attire
My dawg be a menace, tell a nigga, "Hurry up and buy"
Yes, I passed her by, she didn't even have a ride
Yeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor
Whole club recordin' right now, it don't matter
Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, it don't matter
Boogers in the watch right now, but it don't matter
Yeah, I get attached to you, girl, but it don't matter
I give you money, don't want it back from you, girl, it don't matter
Come see how I live in my world, it don't matter
Yeah, we sendin' shots at they block and they skedaddle
Yeah, I'm comin' straight to the top, no need for ladders
Yeah, zoom whenever I ride, Scatpack
Yeah, it's a lot of room in my ride, we can have a Hellcat, um
Can't wait to cannonball in your thighs, I'll splash 'em
Yeah, them slimes still in your ride, don't care 'bout Travis
I'm just gettin' real high with my guys just like Dassle
Yeah, we send them bags to the sky
Yeah, we flyin' bags through the sky, bags through the sky
Choose to lay in traffic, get head in the side
Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it's Gucci the attire
My dawg be a menace, tell a nigga, "Hurry up and buy"
Yes, I passed her by, she didn't even have a ride
Yeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor
Whole club recordin' right now, it don't matter
(Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one)
Big rocks, big rocks, girl, these some big rocks
Big-face Rollie, Flavor Flav, but it don't tick-tock
Nah, it don't tick-tock, AP, we can flip-flop
Yeah, I got on skinny pants, no big clothes, no Kris Kross
Gucci flip-flops, yeah, my toes out, that pole out
Yeah, these niggas snitchin', yeah, they tellin' the pigs out
Yeah, we in now, they know who we is now
Yeah, they know who we was, but they know who we is now
Yeah, yeah, make a ho catch the feels off these riddles
And she got some pretty skin, so sweet as Skittles
Do my dance up on Triller, I make a million
Boy I'm waitin' for my dawg, he wait for appeal
Listen, if you are my children, every day is Christmas
Better think about your children, they gon' need they daddy
'Cause if you play with me, we spazzin'
And they ain't gon' have 'em leave your whole family cryin'
Yeah, we send them bags to the sky
Yeah, we flyin' bags through the sky, bags through the sky
Choose to lay in traffic, get head in the side
Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it's Gucci the attire
My dawg be a menace, tell a nigga, "Hurry up and buy"
Yes, I passed her by, she didn't even have a ride
Yeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor
Whole club recordin' right now, it don't matter
Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, it don't matter
Boogers in the watch right now, but it don't matter
Yeah, I get attached to you, girl, but it don't matter
I give you money, don't want it back from you, girl, it don't matter
Come see how I live in my world, it don't matter
Yeah, we sendin' shots at they block and they skedaddle
Yeah, I'm comin' straight to the top, no need for ladders
Yeah, zoom whenever I ride, Scatpack
Yeah, it's a lot of room in my ride, we can have a Hellcat, um
Can't wait to cannonball in your thighs, I'll splash 'em
Yeah, them slimes still in your ride, don't care 'bout Travis
I'm just gettin' real high with my guys just like Dassle
Yeah, we send them bags to the sky
Yeah, we flyin' bags through the sky, bags through the sky
Choose to lay in traffic, get head in the side
Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it's Gucci the attire
My dawg be a menace, tell a nigga, "Hurry up and buy"
Yes, I passed her by, she didn't even have a ride
Yeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor
Whole club recordin' right now, it don't matter
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Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render, Tahj Morgan
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