These niggas be bitches and bitches and be sad
Hating on me cause I got in my bag
I'm lappin these niggas they thought I was last
I used to be losing left that in my past
New foreign with the digital dash
Ion save hoes I do hits with my mask
Pretty ass bitch with a brick in her bag, I'm addicted to cash
She get hit and I flash
Bougee
I like my bitch with a booty
I'm not bout to wife you, ion do titles
And ion do dinner and movies
I remember when bitches was choosy
Now they thirsty on me ready to do me
I coulda stepped out in some Gucci
But I bought a stick
And a new uzi
Stone shit
If it's on we gone slide outta bone whip
Better think with yo head get yo skull hit
F*ck12 we gone empty out the Whole clip
Blow shit
Interrogation we don't know shit Before I die put a body on a 4fifth
Bury me next to butta on some Moe shit
Oh shit don't forget I wana go rich
Bag
I had to get in my bag
I had to hustle
I came from the struggle and I had to do what I had
I'm f*cking his boo now he mad She a bop, She wanna get in my bag
I hate how it feel to be last
I had to get in my bag
Bag
Snipers we gone slide thru they block like we isis
Man down hit his top he need crisis
Tried to run knocked his ass out his Nikes
We sliding we do this shit nightly
Get a what
They wana be like me
We bussin they copy and bite me
Watch yo bitch, she prolly a like me
Feds watching they prolly indict me
Box these bullets you not bout to fight me
Off a oreo baby I might be
Nut speeding might go on a high speed
Lose em
Lose em
How you talking that opp shit but losing
You be loafin on live you ain't shootin
Ima stone
High five be the movement
I'm on stony with blicka gang coolin
If you ride down the deuce moe nem shootin
We scorin I'm not talkin hoopin
I was dt sellin pills out of Ruth Chris
Ruthless
Ruthless
I be with some niggas that ruthless
Free reese when they do I got him two sticks
F*ck the opps
Headshots
All blue tips
Bag
I had to get in my bag
I had to hustle
I came from the struggle and I had to do what I had
I'm f*cking his boo now he mad She a bop,She wana get in my bag
I hate how it feel to be last
I had to get in my bag
Bag
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These niggas be bitches and bitches and be sad
Hating on me cause I got in my bag
I'm lappin these niggas they thought I was last
I used to be losing left that in my past
New foreign with the digital dash
Ion save hoes I do hits with my mask
Pretty ass bitch with a brick in her bag, I'm addicted to cash
She get hit and I flash
Bougee
I like my bitch with a booty
I'm not bout to wife you, ion do titles
And ion do dinner and movies
I remember when bitches was choosy
Now they thirsty on me ready to do me
I coulda stepped out in some Gucci
But I bought a stick
And a new uzi
Stone shit
If it's on we gone slide outta bone whip
Better think with yo head get yo skull hit
F*ck12 we gone empty out the Whole clip
Blow shit
Interrogation we don't know shit Before I die put a body on a 4fifth
Bury me next to butta on some Moe shit
Oh shit don't forget I wana go rich
Bag
I had to get in my bag
I had to hustle
I came from the struggle and I had to do what I had
I'm f*cking his boo now he mad She a bop, She wanna get in my bag
I hate how it feel to be last
I had to get in my bag
Bag
Snipers we gone slide thru they block like we isis
Man down hit his top he need crisis
Tried to run knocked his ass out his Nikes
We sliding we do this shit nightly
Get a what
They wana be like me
We bussin they copy and bite me
Watch yo bitch, she prolly a like me
Feds watching they prolly indict me
Box these bullets you not bout to fight me
Off a oreo baby I might be
Nut speeding might go on a high speed
Lose em
Lose em
How you talking that opp shit but losing
You be loafin on live you ain't shootin
Ima stone
High five be the movement
I'm on stony with blicka gang coolin
If you ride down the deuce moe nem shootin
We scorin I'm not talkin hoopin
I was dt sellin pills out of Ruth Chris
Ruthless
Ruthless
I be with some niggas that ruthless
Free reese when they do I got him two sticks
F*ck the opps
Headshots
All blue tips
Bag
I had to get in my bag
I had to hustle
I came from the struggle and I had to do what I had
I'm f*cking his boo now he mad She a bop,She wana get in my bag
I hate how it feel to be last
I had to get in my bag
Bag
Hating on me cause I got in my bag
I'm lappin these niggas they thought I was last
I used to be losing left that in my past
New foreign with the digital dash
Ion save hoes I do hits with my mask
Pretty ass bitch with a brick in her bag, I'm addicted to cash
She get hit and I flash
Bougee
I like my bitch with a booty
I'm not bout to wife you, ion do titles
And ion do dinner and movies
I remember when bitches was choosy
Now they thirsty on me ready to do me
I coulda stepped out in some Gucci
But I bought a stick
And a new uzi
Stone shit
If it's on we gone slide outta bone whip
Better think with yo head get yo skull hit
F*ck12 we gone empty out the Whole clip
Blow shit
Interrogation we don't know shit Before I die put a body on a 4fifth
Bury me next to butta on some Moe shit
Oh shit don't forget I wana go rich
Bag
I had to get in my bag
I had to hustle
I came from the struggle and I had to do what I had
I'm f*cking his boo now he mad She a bop, She wanna get in my bag
I hate how it feel to be last
I had to get in my bag
Bag
Snipers we gone slide thru they block like we isis
Man down hit his top he need crisis
Tried to run knocked his ass out his Nikes
We sliding we do this shit nightly
Get a what
They wana be like me
We bussin they copy and bite me
Watch yo bitch, she prolly a like me
Feds watching they prolly indict me
Box these bullets you not bout to fight me
Off a oreo baby I might be
Nut speeding might go on a high speed
Lose em
Lose em
How you talking that opp shit but losing
You be loafin on live you ain't shootin
Ima stone
High five be the movement
I'm on stony with blicka gang coolin
If you ride down the deuce moe nem shootin
We scorin I'm not talkin hoopin
I was dt sellin pills out of Ruth Chris
Ruthless
Ruthless
I be with some niggas that ruthless
Free reese when they do I got him two sticks
F*ck the opps
Headshots
All blue tips
Bag
I had to get in my bag
I had to hustle
I came from the struggle and I had to do what I had
I'm f*cking his boo now he mad She a bop,She wana get in my bag
I hate how it feel to be last
I had to get in my bag
Bag
Writer: Dandre Williams
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