RAGS2BAGS Lyrics

(Ayo, Judah how you did that?)

(AYE YUH!)

I got the game in a clutch

Don't need to brag and I don't need to stunt

I pop a perc, and I double my cup

Keep your opinion I don't give a fuck

Way too much stress and I need to relax

Drop your location pull up where you at

I put you on now we spending these racks

I know these niggas ain't living like that

Why niggas hate when you tell 'em the truth?

Them killers gone come tie you up for the loot

Too many hoes gotta fuck by the two

Too many blue hundreds could fuck on ya boo

Tell me how I came from rags to bags,

A young nigga I do the most

I'm the one calling out orders and you be the young nigga run to the store

Focus up get you some money,

When you turn around you gone have you some clones

I'm my own man, I ain't waiting around

Had to get all this shit on my own

I might just go to the jeweler and flood out the carti' with VVS stones

I took the swag to Japan, yeah I just went Maison Mihara my toe

Everyday pray to Allah that I could just get rich with all of the bros,

Everyday taking them risks

We trapping it out 'til we going legit

He play with us we gone knock down the door and we tie up whoever he with

I'm with the gang in a coupe with no brains,

Know whenever we pop out we lit

Fighting with demons can't sleep through the night

We used to think we would struggle for life

African diamonds they black and they white

Say she don't need me, that bitch my type

Twelve pull me over I skrt at the light,

In a foreign I'm driving as fast as I like

Tell me you love me don't mean it for real,

You know you ain't right

I got the game in a clutch

Don't need to brag and I don't need to stunt

I pop a perc, and I double my cup

Keep your opinion I don't give a fuck

Way too much stress and I need to relax

Drop your location pull up where you at

I put you on now we spending these racks

I know these niggas aint living like that

Why niggas hate when you tell 'em the truth?

Them killers gone come tie you up for the loot

Too many hoes gotta fuck by the two

Too many blue hundreds could fuck on ya boo

Tell me how I came from rags to bags,

A young nigga I do the most

I'm the one calling out orders and you be the young nigga run to the store