Rasani - Big Bags Lyrics

Big bags
New foreign
Pop tags
In the morning
You sad
Stop mourning
Bro mad
Not knowing
Those racks
Don't make you happy
Poppin tags
A system tactic
Throw hands
You gone catch it
So sad
You rather take it
Tell me how something unstable gone grow
Tears from yo eyes and ya face is all swole
You can feel the vibe when you came through the door
He gone play you like a game
So he broke the console
Know you ready for a change
Won't you let the bro go
Know that thangs ain the same
But it's hard to let go
You just waiting for the day
When yo heart gone turn cold
See the nigga wanna change
When you switchin' up the role
Gone and pack you up a bag
When you heading to the door
He gone slam it on yo hand
Then he toss you on the floor
Tryna force it in ya pants
But you keep on saying No
Know that he a strong man
But believe you just as strong
He trust you all alone
He trust you with a nigga
Keep on blowing up yo phone
Saying he gone pull the trigger
Pull up to yo mama home
Tryna get up with yo sister
He been cheating all alone
Tryna paint a different picture
Wipe the window pane
I know stressed out
Yea he might buy you the Birkin bags
And all the best stuff
Constantly putting his hand up on ya
Like a wrestler
I know that he rich and famous
You ridin' in a Tesla
You sacrifice your morals
And he ruining yo character
He lookin' thru phone
Like what you on
Ain got no barriers
I swear that you was grown
Ain nothing wrong
You need yo space nie
As soon as you come home
And you alone
He in yo face now
Big bags
New foreign
Pop tags
In the morning
You sad
Stop mourning
Bro mad
Not knowing
Those racks
Don't make you happy
Poppin tags
A system tactic
Throw hands
You gone catch it
So sad
You rather take it
Took a lot of time and you thought about a baby
He been on ya mind
You been thinkin' bout em lately
Say you so important
But he got another lady
Now you cutting up his Jordan's
Yea he got chu going crazy
Couldn't let 'em go
So you gave another chance
He ain pickin' up the phone
In the pocket of the pants
Cuz they laying by door
Baby go check on yo mans
When you open up the door
Caught me cheating in yo bed
Anee
I got a pistol in my hand and imma shoot it
Keep on tellin' me to cool it
I'm aiming at yo medulla
That's the only obligation
No time for yo conversation
Dealing with you for too long
I swear I'm running out of patience
Put some bullets in yo walls
I been Thinkin about renovation
Scared that bitch right out her draws
And she leaning just like the matrix
I ain't never met nobody
Who made me build up this hatred
I just wanna smoke a lot of it
Baby I'm getting faded
Yea
Big bags
New foreign
Pop tags
In the morning
You sad
Stop mourning
Bro mad
Not knowing
Those racks
Don't make you happy
Poppin tags
A system tactic
Throw hands
You gone catch it
So sad
You rather take it