Yung Bot - Blow a Bag (feat. Nick Beck) Lyrics

Good morning, well a man leads police on a chase more than 100 miles
The driver claims he had good reason to do it
In his mind. Shanna, here with more on the story
Tim, Lauren, the driver is not taking responsibility here
In fact he called the chase a thrill
A thrill
He called the chase a thrill
Huh?
Did you have weed on you?
Yeah I had weed on me. yeah I always got weed on me

I just bought a Bentley coup and tinted out my windows
Look at all my houses make me Think I work for Zillow
They sayin' no cap but I know They ain't for real though
Pull up, on my lap sits a fully loaded 'stendo
I don't trust you homie so i cannot call you friend hoe
Made it out the mud but i'll go back to the bendo
Look at all my foreigns, none my cars rentals
Nut up in her mouth i call that shit some dental

Smoking on the cookie pack, I be high as f*ck
You know I always pack the cookie bag when I pull up
Dropping bombs like brady but I throw like Andre Luck
Move the thong to the side every time I f*ck

Yeah i'm sipping lean no this ain't no cream soda
Flipping crack up in my 'yota
Levitating like i'm Yoda
I just made about 100 on my dolo, riding solo
White chicks fell in love with coco
I be chillen out in soho
Trynna make a couple bands
Pockets bouncing like a pogo
Balling kobe with the 'fro though
Lotta rings just like i'm Frodo
Yeah, and i'm all about the cash
Yeah and i'm all about the cash

Yeah i'm all about this cash
If you're in aight ima have to bust your ass
Even though i'm rich ima still do the dash
Financial hierarchy, we not in the same class