Bag Talk ft. Hotsauce & Youngaveli Lyrics

Slumlord bitch... aye

I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at

If she ain't got no dough you can have that

Countin' up blue oh you big mad

Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at

I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at

If she ain't got no dough you can have that

Countin' up blue oh you big mad

Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at

I'm in this to win

I look like I'm him ‘cause bitch I am him

I came from the bottom they can't tell me nothing my story too real

I'm running that check up

They know that I'm next up so fuck how you feel

Got this shit sowed up

She loving how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal

I ain't met a bitch yet that I really need

Barely give a bitch weed let alone a weave

Why all these niggas acting hard when they really Yee's

Barebacking on the track how I fuck beats

If it ain't about a bag BITCH I can't talk

This for them days we was broke stealing out of Ross

Came in the game humble now I'm pissed off

And every day a nigga hustle like RICK ROSS

Buy my mama a home like a real nigga

Pussy if it wasn't for the money I wouldn't deal with ya

I always keep it 100 to keep it real with ya

And you don't owe em if they wasn't in the field with ya

And I don't do the handouts mutha fuck that

And hell yea I go to work nigga FUCK rap

Now I'm driving remember days with the bus pass

The studio like a trap when the verse crack

I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at

If she ain't got no dough you can have that

Countin' up blue oh you big mad

Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at

I walk up in that bitch like where the bag at

If she ain't got no dough you can have that

Countin' up blue oh you big mad

Tell that nigga squabble where he mad at

I'm in this to win

I look like I'm him ‘cause bitch I am him

I came from the bottom they can't tell me nothing my story too real

I'm running that check up

They know that I'm next up so fuck how you feel

Got this shit sowed up

She loving how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal

Aye fuck being broke I had to chase dollas

I turned to a gold member just like Austin powers

Nigga fuck being broke I had to hit the road

Came along way from selling zips of ro

It took 9 hours and we ain't get to smoke

Murdalotto its time to twist the dope

Bitch I put hot sauce on everything

I need blue cheese with my hot wings

Aye no carrots please all celery

Nigga fuck being broke FBB

I really had to run up them bing bings

I put my granny picture in my earrings

Nigga fuck being broke where ma gold Buhdda

I know one thing we gone get this gouda

She gone call me bae like it's Mandalay

This ain't all him this that Tampa bay

Throw the red flag this a Challenge play

These niggas my sons After Saturday

I'm in this to win I look like I'm him ‘cause bitch I am him

I came from the bottom they can't tell me nothing my story too real

I'm running that check up

They know that I'm next up so fuck how you feel

Got this shit sowed up

She loving how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal

Got this shit sowed up she love it how I glowed up and I ain't got a deal

Got this shit sowed yo she love it how I glowed and I ain't got a deal