Bagathon ft. Damedot Lyrics

Rell make the beat drop

I just poured a whole nother Sprite

I don't re rock

900 for my shoes these ain't Reeboks

My bitch oh so pretty she got her feet out

Feelin like Fredo

Ridin' with the savage squad

All we do is trap, trap, trap this a trap-a-thon

I can't even read what my bitch sent me paragraphs too long

She can't even walk, I done hit her from the back too long

Imma take this weed back to bro

Cause it ain't that strong

Bitch, you bet not dare shake that ass if it ain't my song

I remember gettin' head on the first camera phone

Juggin', tryna wait on 630 till the traffic gone

Rich nigga wearin' all this ice with these khakis on

Got too many phones, feds sick, they can't tap me though

You better be tryna buy a brick if you tap me though

Somebody gon' come and bust your shit if you rap me though

Rell bring the beat back

Heard he got his shit snatched

He can't get his bitch back

Trackhawk sound like a monster gave her whiplash

Quick splash when I dip fast yeah I'm him baby

Activist where have you been baby

F's on the Ns, baby

F's on the rims, baby

These some old Yeezy boots not no timbs baby

Got on Vlone but I don't got no friends baby

Feelin like fedex, ridin' with the package on

All I chase is bags, bags, bags this a bag-a-thon

We a toe, tag, tag this a toe tag-a-thon

My bitch brought a bad bitch with her she a tag-along

Came with a eight in my louis luggage carry-on

He say he ain't in no paperwork but he cappin tho

Bitch ask me, am I in the mafia what you ask me for

Nigga ain't even squeeze when he slid what you roll past me for

Nigga ain't even got no real pape what you rappin' for

My bitch make drag the floor

Emilio Pucci, you ain't had before

If I ain't had a bag, I wouldn't even be rappin

Take a p give me stamina she a freak on the camera

She want me to skeet on a mattress her pussy doin' backflips

She look like a actress

I just got some fire head in my seven raptors

She won't ever catch me with no cheese cause I stashed it

Trackhawk sound like a airplane just flew pass her

Her girls like to call me Michael Myers

Cause I stab her

We fuck at the apartment but I sleep in a mansion

Purple tris, you are my friend, baby

More on the M's, baby less on the friends, baby

You let a nigga fuck, that was the end baby

I can't be no ham baby

Rell make the beat stop we just drunk like 3 pops

Think I need to detox

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