BAGS Lyrics

Big body dreamer, we don't hang around no sleepers

Hallelujah, hallelujah, thank my creator so many blessings, don't sign no contract

From no stranger don't really rap on trap shit, you get trap

Shit when I'm angry sign the tape, all the shit up off my tongue be

Goin' crazy, like a random metal jacket you know you boys gon' have to straighten

Now ride around with my ride arounds, don't know what you are thinkin

That I'm strapped up or I got the pack tucked, nor am I dangerous

If you ride around, let you down like you ain't paid your bills lately

I'm civilian and a grown ass man, hardest thing above a gangster

Got no soul ties or no gold ties, fuck your pinky ring finger

Could been a pimp like 50, got rich and never die lately

Now the Rari hit the dash like it's six speed

Man, I'm hopin' we don't crash yeet yeet, 11:30 on the street

Check the stash, got a play for a couple more bags

Not a Rari better hit the dash

Man, I'm hopin' we don't crash, 11:30 on the street

Check the stash, got plays for a couple more bags

I'm somethin' like a overachiever, hit up nook

Gotta play, nigga, bring the eagle

Made her cum two times, that's a damn sequel

Lights, camera, action, no regal

Killin' all you niggas like it's legal

Rollin' up that lethal, Danny Glover with a eagle

I'm all that, ballin' 92 diesel

Shaq Attack, if I walk him down, he ain't runnin' back

It's been my dream to put my city on the map, yeah

Baby, put that pussy on my lap

Beat it down and it's back to the trap

Rockin' camo like I'm back from Iraq

Now the Rari hit the dash like it's six speed

Man, I'm hopin' we don't crash yeet yeet, 1130 on the street

Check the stash, got plays for a couple more bags

Not a Rari better hit the dash

Man, I'm hopin' we don't crash, 11:30 on the street

Check the stash, got place for a couple more bags