BIG BAG ft. El Trapo Lyrics

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Give me the pot, and I'll give you a taste

Choppa shoot him right in your face

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Choppa shoot him right in your face

I ain't gone' miss him, ain't do no waste

Big bag boutta' stack to the roof, ayy

Look at the shoes for some proof, ayy

Gualas all on my tooth, yeah

Paper that'll fill up the coupe, yeah

Gualas all in my mouth, yeah

Bad lil' bitch from the south, yeah

And we gone' trap at my house, yeah

Hiding money under the couch, yeah

I had to take the hard route

Niggas be feining for clout

I make her scream and she shout

Niggas cannot figure out

Bitches know what I'm bout'

Said you a jerk

Niggas be lurk

Like Steve Kerr, my shooter go to work

Bad bitches twerk, don't pop me no perc

Pop me a nigga, lets skrrt

So, it's fuck how you feeling

Ain't no third wheeling

Got money that's gone' stack up the ceilings

I got a bad bitch, and she caught me kneeling

Broke niggas, they be stealing

Don't know nothing bout' no drug dealing

Jules running up the streaming

JayBaby what they screaming

Off the green got me leaning

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Give me the pot, and I'll give you a taste

Choppa shoot him right in your face

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Choppa shoot him right in your face

I ain't gone' miss him, ain't do no waste

Ayy, I want some more shit

I don't do drugs, I do more shit

Ion' fuck with that whore shit

Diamonds on me, looking gold shit

Bodies on me, looking war shit

R.I.P Pop, on some Woo shit

Bitches twerking in the pool shit

All my crips, doing cool shit

All my buds doing bullshit

On my Jordan, do some Bull shit

Can't fuck with me, I feel like I'm Magic

Spin the block, and it's going to be tragic

My goals, I had to just go grab it

Getting money like it's a bad habit

I got the ball, I ain't gonna pass it

This be the meal, I had to rap it

Niggas be tripping all over my passion

Like I ain't got more classics

They say my verse fire, so you know I ain't even match it

Yeah, she classy, but that bitch

Yeah, she ratchet

Ain't no Serena, but tennis

I had to rack it

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Give me the pot, and I'll give you a taste

Choppa shoot him right in your face

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Big bag

Choppa shoot him right in your face

I ain't gone' miss him, ain't do no waste

Yeah, yeah