Saggin

Pull up to corral and I'm drowning in box
At the bar with your girl and we pounding back shots
If she ain't a freshman I tell her kick rocks
No shoes on but I'm sagging to the socks
I'll slide on your mom then dap up your pops
I got her in handcuffs without the cops
She like my style because she's a fox
Hawaiian shirt on and I'm sagging to the flops

Game so cold I'm pulling moms on a whim
Picking up bitches like weights at the gym
Make a movie with your girl call us Ray J and Kim
Shawty soaking wet but I came to swim
Then she stuck her tongue directly in my rim
I'm boutta nail your girl like she died for our sin
Call me DJ Khalid cause all I do is win
I stay maxed out but I'm sagging to the brim

XC speed I be running like a nose now we go
With these hoes all value village clothes
Spitting straight flows defeating all my foes
Boozing with the bros and we sagging to the toes
Smanging all these hoes from all the different races
Going balls deep putting bitches through the paces
Bustin fat loads I'm painting all their faces
Never caught lacking but I'm sagging to the laces

I ain't doin shit boy I'm back to the basics
Sittin in the crib and I'm saggin to laces
I ain't going out I been too many places
Stayin in the house and I'm saggin to the laces
Never took a loss boy I could never lose
But I can't even walk cause I'm saggin to the shoes
Shawty tryna bring me home cause I'm too fuckin smooth
But I'm saggin to the floor so I can't even move

Digging through my pants like your girls tryna search me
Feeding her my ham then I leave her cold turkey
Gettin her drink since your girls gettin thirsty
From seven to eleven she was givin me a slurpy

Graduated college but I'm still gettin dumber
Lying through her teeth but she's given me a gummer
Make me wear a rubber then I'm gonna one and done her
These bitches full of shit V-Ster pullin out the plunger

If she catching feelings Imma turn into a runna
We got beat it in the spring then I'm fleeing in the summer
I'm just tryna sag her gut I ain't askin nothin from her
So I do her stone cold cause I'm a motha fuckin stunna

Breaking banks up with this paper breaking hearts up with this pipe
Make deposits in your girl then withdrawal from her life
Homie I don't need a wife need a ounce and some neck
Boutta stab it like knife then I'll bounce like a check cause

I ain't doin shit boy I'm back to the basics
Sittin in the crib and I'm saggin to laces
I ain't going out I been too many places
Stayin in the house and I'm saggin to the laces
Never took a loss boy I could never lose
But I can't even walk cause I'm saggin to the shoes
Shawty tryna bring me home cause I'm too fuckin smooth
But I'm saggin to the floor so I can't even move

We have achieved maximum sag



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Writer(s): James Valente
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