Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Poppin my shit in the club, yo hoe gone twerk for some racks today
Old ass foreign that boy keep payin' that whip off with after pay
I done got flea as a bitch this morning, I answer no calls, I'm busy
He got weak grams smokin' on drizze, She keep blowin' my stick like a stizie
New za got me here twitch'n, fast car my lane keep switch'n
And you know that lil' seven a christian, Angels with me they feelin' the spirit
And my bruddy, he dumpin' these shots out the whip, I dare you get near it
Ha, real nigga like me, dumpin' these songs, give a f*ck if they clear it
Ha, hit him up right in his shit up lil boy stop talking like periods
Ha, your hoe give me info, do what I say she some like siri
High-life style, high price High-life style, high price
Feel like Uzi got too bad on groupies, they like light ice spice
They hear the turbo scream, they like there go Quincse oh nice
I know I'm so wavy, try to surf I'm a shark gone bite
Mix your bitch potatoes, give the gravy the end of the night
Seven givin' up real soon, ain't givin' up without givin' up fight
They better give me some room, Quincse in his head tryna get to the light
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a new bag today
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Poppin my shit in the club, yo hoe gone twerk for some racks today
Old ass foreign that boy keep payin' that whip off with after pay
I done got flea as a bitch this morning, I answer no calls, I'm busy
He got weak grams smokin' on drizze, She keep blowin' my stick like a stizie
New za got me here twitch'n, fast car my lane keep switch'n
And you know that lil' seven a christian, Angels with me they feelin' the spirit
Qu¡ncy - New Bahg Lyrics
Qu¡ncy - New Bahg Lyrics
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Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Poppin my shit in the club, yo hoe gone twerk for some racks today
Old ass foreign that boy keep payin' that whip off with after pay
I done got flea as a bitch this morning, I answer no calls, I'm busy
He got weak grams smokin' on drizze, She keep blowin' my stick like a stizie
New za got me here twitch'n, fast car my lane keep switch'n
And you know that lil' seven a christian, Angels with me they feelin' the spirit
And my bruddy, he dumpin' these shots out the whip, I dare you get near it
Ha, real nigga like me, dumpin' these songs, give a f*ck if they clear it
Ha, hit him up right in his shit up lil boy stop talking like periods
Ha, your hoe give me info, do what I say she some like siri
High-life style, high price High-life style, high price
Feel like Uzi got too bad on groupies, they like light ice spice
They hear the turbo scream, they like there go Quincse oh nice
I know I'm so wavy, try to surf I'm a shark gone bite
Mix your bitch potatoes, give the gravy the end of the night
Seven givin' up real soon, ain't givin' up without givin' up fight
They better give me some room, Quincse in his head tryna get to the light
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a new bag today
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Poppin my shit in the club, yo hoe gone twerk for some racks today
Old ass foreign that boy keep payin' that whip off with after pay
I done got flea as a bitch this morning, I answer no calls, I'm busy
He got weak grams smokin' on drizze, She keep blowin' my stick like a stizie
New za got me here twitch'n, fast car my lane keep switch'n
And you know that lil' seven a christian, Angels with me they feelin' the spirit
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Poppin my shit in the club, yo hoe gone twerk for some racks today
Old ass foreign that boy keep payin' that whip off with after pay
I done got flea as a bitch this morning, I answer no calls, I'm busy
He got weak grams smokin' on drizze, She keep blowin' my stick like a stizie
New za got me here twitch'n, fast car my lane keep switch'n
And you know that lil' seven a christian, Angels with me they feelin' the spirit
And my bruddy, he dumpin' these shots out the whip, I dare you get near it
Ha, real nigga like me, dumpin' these songs, give a f*ck if they clear it
Ha, hit him up right in his shit up lil boy stop talking like periods
Ha, your hoe give me info, do what I say she some like siri
High-life style, high price High-life style, high price
Feel like Uzi got too bad on groupies, they like light ice spice
They hear the turbo scream, they like there go Quincse oh nice
I know I'm so wavy, try to surf I'm a shark gone bite
Mix your bitch potatoes, give the gravy the end of the night
Seven givin' up real soon, ain't givin' up without givin' up fight
They better give me some room, Quincse in his head tryna get to the light
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a new bag today
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Thinkin' bout' f*ckin' up a lil' bag today
Poppin my shit in the club, yo hoe gone twerk for some racks today
Old ass foreign that boy keep payin' that whip off with after pay
I done got flea as a bitch this morning, I answer no calls, I'm busy
He got weak grams smokin' on drizze, She keep blowin' my stick like a stizie
New za got me here twitch'n, fast car my lane keep switch'n
And you know that lil' seven a christian, Angels with me they feelin' the spirit
Writer: Quincy Hargrove
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