Bag Story Lyrics

Alright yea this how I got my bag alright yea I Started with trapping, that shit aint work out I W Went to scamming

When I hit my first big play, I got happy It was too Easy, I didn't have to get handy

Had two runners let's call em Randy and Sandy Then I did some stupid ass shit, now I'm on

House arrest guess I gotta tell the guys that they Can

Take a rest But I'm like damn, this shit fucking me Up

I need to run it up I can only punch cards so I paid Another Run That shit was cutting in my bread Like what

The fuck Shit got me tight, man I'm fucking done

Then my bro showed me how to make clean Money I ain't believe him at first untill he showed

Me a couple thousands Now I'm doing some Wholesaling shit, selling

Houses Five bands a week, that ain't nothing but

Some pocket change But I'm not done with the Cards, man I'm just

Taking a break how you got a whole ass team, but You can't

Move any weight You broke and I'm not, dawg we Cannot relate

Niggas lame, on my mama, they can't stay up in They lane

There's goofies really out here smoking for the Pain

Oh you did a play, man, we is not the same Do this For the money, I don't do it for the

Fame Nigga got some dreads, now he thinking From

A gang I laugh when I see a stupid nigga tryna bang

Relax little boy, don't nobody know your name

Why you get a gun if you ain't got no fucking aim

You went the wrong path, aint that shit a fucking shame