Big Bag Otw 2 Lyrics

Big bag on the way

I'ma go get it, I don't need to commentate

I don't need to listen, I hear what the commas say

Walk out flexing, bitch, I got the pape

Big AR with hollows, not a drac, yeah

If I want shit get it right now, I don't got to wait, yeah

Fuck what you got to say

I'ma keep the motion up

Talking like you someone

You a random, you not close to us

Money get it, throw it up

Yes, lil bitch, we going up

Glocky, bitch, you know it's tucked

That ain't no Tec, I know it's tuss

My wrist bust, yeah, it's flooded when I'm popping out

Pulled up SRT, that's what I'm hopping out, yeah

They just on my dick because I'm popping now

Glocky, keep that stick whenever I'm popping out

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Stack money from the front to the back

You not doing shit, you not touching no racks

They be loving to cap, I ain't fucking with that

Glocky out, I come in with strap

Finna knock bro out, bro made his bitch tap

Talking bout me, bitch, what's yo at

Posting yo CashApp on yo birthday, you is a broke ass bitch

So much drip, finna soak that bitch

Lil S0K0 the goat, you know that bitch

AR, don't need no damn switch

Wrist water, don't need no damn Tris

You is not going up

You ain't on shit, you take no damn risks, uh

I'ma get money, stack it up quickly

Can't tell if you real or you trying to trick me

Bro he leaning off that Trissy

Shit be scenic in the city

Get my team lit, yes, for really

Bitch I seen it, yes, a milly

I don't need shit, bitch, you silly, uh

Popping out, brand new drip and shit

Switch shit up, stay on different shit

Talking bout me but you can't go hit for hit

If I had some beef I'ma finish it

Lil bro you just diminishing

I'ma keep grinding, I know what the mission is

I see the target, bitch, I'ma be hitting it

I see it all, I'ma be winning it

GLE I push it, no flaws

Yes, we be spinning it

We do shit no reason and no cause but we definitive

Too much racks in this duffel bag, could barely fit em in

Two fragrances got em right from (Shh)

I'ma finna get em in, uh

Smell so good that ya bitch came flocking

Dunk on you, I'm Obi Toppin

Score everyday, bitch, I'm feeling like Stockton

Shout out to my gang, we locked in, uh

Bro finna punch, no boxing

Let me know if you down, no hopping

Brand new shit I'm copping

Brand new wave yo ass ain't stopping