Rags2bags
(Ayo, Judah how you did that?)
(AYE YUH!)
I got the game in a clutch
Don't need to brag and I don't need to stunt
I pop a perc, and I double my cup
Keep your opinion I don't give a fuck
Way too much stress and I need to relax
Drop your location pull up where you at
I put you on now we spending these racks
I know these niggas ain't living like that
Why niggas hate when you tell 'em the truth?
Them killers gone come tie you up for the loot
Too many hoes gotta fuck by the two
Too many blue hundreds could fuck on ya boo
Tell me how I came from rags to bags,
A young nigga I do the most
I'm the one calling out orders and you be the young nigga run to the store
Focus up get you some money,
When you turn around you gone have you some clones
I'm my own man, I ain't waiting around
Had to get all this shit on my own
I might just go to the jeweler and flood out the carti' with VVS stones
I took the swag to Japan, yeah I just went Maison Mihara my toe
Everyday pray to Allah that I could just get rich with all of the bros,
Everyday taking them risks
We trapping it out 'til we going legit
He play with us we gone knock down the door and we tie up whoever he with
I'm with the gang in a coupe with no brains,
Know whenever we pop out we lit
Fighting with demons can't sleep through the night
We used to think we would struggle for life
African diamonds they black and they white
Say she don't need me, that bitch my type
Twelve pull me over I skrt at the light,
In a foreign I'm driving as fast as I like
Tell me you love me don't mean it for real,
You know you ain't right
I got the game in a clutch
Don't need to brag and I don't need to stunt
I pop a perc, and I double my cup
Keep your opinion I don't give a fuck
Way too much stress and I need to relax
Drop your location pull up where you at
I put you on now we spending these racks
I know these niggas aint living like that
Why niggas hate when you tell 'em the truth?
Them killers gone come tie you up for the loot
Too many hoes gotta fuck by the two
Too many blue hundreds could fuck on ya boo
Tell me how I came from rags to bags,
A young nigga I do the most
I'm the one calling out orders and you be the young nigga run to the store
(AYE YUH!)
I got the game in a clutch
Don't need to brag and I don't need to stunt
I pop a perc, and I double my cup
Keep your opinion I don't give a fuck
Way too much stress and I need to relax
Drop your location pull up where you at
I put you on now we spending these racks
I know these niggas ain't living like that
Why niggas hate when you tell 'em the truth?
Them killers gone come tie you up for the loot
Too many hoes gotta fuck by the two
Too many blue hundreds could fuck on ya boo
Tell me how I came from rags to bags,
A young nigga I do the most
I'm the one calling out orders and you be the young nigga run to the store
Focus up get you some money,
When you turn around you gone have you some clones
I'm my own man, I ain't waiting around
Had to get all this shit on my own
I might just go to the jeweler and flood out the carti' with VVS stones
I took the swag to Japan, yeah I just went Maison Mihara my toe
Everyday pray to Allah that I could just get rich with all of the bros,
Everyday taking them risks
We trapping it out 'til we going legit
He play with us we gone knock down the door and we tie up whoever he with
I'm with the gang in a coupe with no brains,
Know whenever we pop out we lit
Fighting with demons can't sleep through the night
We used to think we would struggle for life
African diamonds they black and they white
Say she don't need me, that bitch my type
Twelve pull me over I skrt at the light,
In a foreign I'm driving as fast as I like
Tell me you love me don't mean it for real,
You know you ain't right
I got the game in a clutch
Don't need to brag and I don't need to stunt
I pop a perc, and I double my cup
Keep your opinion I don't give a fuck
Way too much stress and I need to relax
Drop your location pull up where you at
I put you on now we spending these racks
I know these niggas aint living like that
Why niggas hate when you tell 'em the truth?
Them killers gone come tie you up for the loot
Too many hoes gotta fuck by the two
Too many blue hundreds could fuck on ya boo
Tell me how I came from rags to bags,
A young nigga I do the most
I'm the one calling out orders and you be the young nigga run to the store
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Writer(s): Hassan Kone
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