Bag Talk ft. T-Nash Lyrics

I'm a dope boy, I'm a fly boy

I be playing with them big toys

Catch me in the 6, swerving lanes

I be riding 'round in that Benz truck

Pussy niggas if you wanna act up, Glock 40, keep that thing tucked

And put my heart in this shit, I got codeine in my damn cup

'Fore you take my chain, nigga, you know that's some shit I'ma die for

Feeling fuckin' faded off this codeine, gotta see the doctor

Got something for a nigga, who really tryna act up

Niggas know where they can find me

With my bad bitch right behind me

And I'm never rocking on that Hilfiger, but you know a nigga keep a Tommy

And my bitch so bad

When she hit the gas, got her leaning like a zombie

And my whip too fast

When I do the dash, all my niggas catching bodies

Yeah we up now

I'm tryna cop mom a bust down

That's a fact

It's either rapping or flipping these packs

I got some homies that's stuck in the back

I keep a Draco, this shit in my lap

We gone get life, we get caught with these straps

But I cannot lack so better get back

Never forget when these niggas all counted me out

I had to go and just hop in my bag and show all my haters just what I'm about

And if you broke, and you hate on a nigga, then boy just shut yo' motherfuckin' mouth

I just wanna buy my momma a house

Million dollars laid up right on the couch

And I'm a savage

Smoking on that cat piss

I get green, no cabbage

And I'm always with a bad bitch

Don't compare me to none of these pussies

I am a vet and these niggas is rookies

Stay to myself and just smoke on this cookie

100 racks if you niggas wanna book me, yeah

I'm a dope boy, I'm a fly boy

I be playing with them big toys

Catch me in the 6, swerving lanes

I be riding 'round in that Benz truck

Pussy niggas if you wanna act up, Glock 40, keep that thing tucked

And put my heart in this shit, I got codeine in my damn cup

'Fore you take my chain, nigga, you know that's some shit I'ma die for

Feeling fuckin' faded off this codeine, gotta see the doctor

Got something for a nigga, who really tryna act up

I heard these pussy niggas looking for me

Don't really fuck with these niggas, they bummy

Don't really know what these bitches want from me

I was in the trap house selling nickels and bags now we getting money

She see my cuban link and my bling shining on me

Now, she wanna call me honey

What you lookin at lil dummy

You niggas broke while we getting money

Nigga

Fuck you, don't act like you know me

I take yo' bitch from you just like you owe me

We was in the trenches eating noodles

Now we making hits like we making voodoo

All my niggas be high off that percs

Nigga, you know we be smoking that cookie

Nigga, I'm blessed

You a fuckin rookie

Fuck the cops and kill the opps

They know we don't play at all

Have my savage pull up on yo' block, bitch you can't even run

Do this for my family nigga

We just tryna have some fun

If I see a opp, I swear to god I'ma dump it

From the trenches, gotta grind so hard before you make it

Empty plates, no food to eat

Got holes in your stomach

40 on a Benz truck

Got racks in my pocket

High up in the sky cause we be smoking on that sticky, bitch

I'm a dope boy, I'm a fly boy

I be playing with them big toys

Catch me in the 6, swerving lanes

I be riding 'round in that Benz truck

Pussy niggas if you wanna act up, Glock 40, keep that thing tucked

And put my heart in this shit, I got codeine in my damn cup

'Fore you take my chain, nigga, you know that's some shit I'ma die for

Feeling fuckin' faded off this codeine, gotta see the doctor

Got something for a nigga, who really tryna act up