Do 4 a Bag

I was talking to my brother last night

My father figure a dealer
Bros and cousins was killers
So these tales I hear these lil niggas tellin I don't believe em
These niggas lyin to kick it and hopin to God I feel em
Tryna count up all his bodies with hunger inside his denim
He poor
Worried bout the wrong shit I can't relate that
My cousin helped a nigga touch 50 fuckin with apple jacks
Ain't fuckin with that pint or that bottle if seals are not attached
Thats how you get overdoses and I ain't got no time for that
I'm cautious
Drippin like a faucet
If it ain't bout no pape what the fuck do I look like talkin
Hit Neimens and Revive for the fabrics I'm really bossin
Ain't have a 36 in Amiris I damn near lost it I swear to god
We gone distribute that bag until we can't nomo
I ran up 5 with the same custo at the same store
I'ma Mac will never see me shack up with a rat hoe
I'm from a different cloth so we'll never touch the same boat
I was talkin to my brother last night
Hella pape on the table surrounded by big pipes
Paper plate on the scale I need my measurements right
What would you do for a bag cause I hustle and take flights

Pull up on yo hoe and make her faint like bitch I'm really him
Feel like craig daddy put some dog shit on my DNM
You can't afford it if when you go shoppin you can't buy 3 of them
Im never goin back and forth with dawg cause i was feedin him
No name lames
Riding my coat tails
Fabricated raps about them swervin and bow sales
Raised by the mob I can tell that he big frail
Reein up with zips but niggas swearin that he got bales
Come back to reality
Cut out all that fuckery
You see a real bag you'll do the dash you can't relate to me
Its cheaper if you slide but if not I got deliver fees
Digi scales for the bales and some triple beams
Macboyz MBI we the winning team
Started off as workers now we plugs with the recipes
Glocks and chops for fake opps and my enemies
I done seen niggas switch sides for some petty cheese

I was talkin to my brother last night
Hella pape on the table surrounded by big pipes
Paper plate on the scale I need my measurements right
What would you do for a bag cause I hustle and take flights
I was talkin to my brother last night
Hella pape on the table surrounded by big pipes
Paper plate on the scale I need my measurements right
What would you do for a bag cause I hustle and take flights



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Writer(s): Bre'aire Mcwilliams-hamilton
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