Big Bag Lyrics

Ooh, got me a big bag now Ooh, I know they hate me now

Ooh, got me a rack right now Ooh, go ahead and go to the trap

Ooh, go ahead and flip a pack Ooh, I don't really want your bitch

Ooh, you can go ahead and have her back

Ooh, all of my choppers bang heavy metal Boy don't get stepped on just like a pedal

My niggas poppin' just like some kettle When it comes to these bitches, man, I got several

Need more than one, I can never settle You leave, she show up right on schedule

You can't beat me, you ain't on my level

Every damn beat costs a elbow, in arm's length send you to hell hole.

Smokin' your damn homies, call it petro Don't ask where I'm goin', nigga, let's go

Like a discreet bitch, not a messy ho Like how her panties match her nails, though

She gon' rob your ass, cause I said so You start trippin', she gon' let the tech blow

Damn, you ain't been that dude since you was sixteen

Beats used to be a hundred dollars, now that shit is fifteen

I'ma triple that amount if you showed me envy.

Choppa spit until that bitch is empty

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Ooh, got me a big bag now Ooh, I know they hate me now

Ooh, got me a rack right now Ooh, go ahead and go to the trap

Ooh, go ahead and flip a pack Ooh, I don't really want your bitch

Ooh, you can go ahead and have her back

Bitch, show me tatas Go ahead and roll my zaza

I move like a mobster Hangin with the thugs and the robbers

Cuttin' up just like a barber Open him up like a doctor

I emerge from the water like a monster Shout out to the fuckin' sauce father

Kickin' shit just like soccer Beat the pussy just like a boxer

To be honest, I'll smash on ya daughter When you gone, boy, she don't bother

If I pull up hold on to your partner In my hood, boy, I got honor

Handshots, nigga, you don't need no armor Test us, boy, you gon' be a goner

I'll never pay for kitty; we litty like titties

This new clip hold 50 Hit him in the stomach and now he's shitty

Lazer with the switch and I ain't missin' If I up the score, then shoot him like Pippin

Play your position, I got drugs in my system.

Call the dogs and I say sick him, grrrr

Ooh, got me a big bag now Ooh, I know they hate me now

Ooh, got me a rack right now Ooh, go ahead and go to the trap

Ooh, go ahead and flip a pack Ooh, I don't really want your bitch

Ooh, you can go ahead and have her back

How many motherfuckin' niggas you know That can cook that motherfuckin' beat

And make a motherfuckin' hook And make a motherfuckin' verse

And that shit sound good Shout out Sauce Walka

To all you pussy ass niggas who doubted me I swear to God, boy, this gon' be your downfall

This whole mixtape, I swear to God

Shout out to everybody who supported me, man I love you, man, for real

290 to 380, you know how the fuck we rockin

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