Dat One Bag Lyrics

Mia Jayc I hear you Jay C Yeah it's some tint up on the whip you couldn't

see me if you tried Talkin' like you big dog a lil' small fry

It's a button on the Glock this bitch'll hit you in your eye

And he prayin' to be saved nigga he screamin' allah!

I gotta pay this tab I ain't tryin' to go bye-bye

'Cause stackz know some people and they gun go fa fa

And the hoes on my name nigga they call me da-da

And when I hit her from the back she be screamin' pa-pa

Youngest nigga trippin' bro get bows from the border

Need them extra pros best believe I'ma short him

Comparin' to T-Y-N- nigga them lines you be snorting

If the hook on my ass I'm punchin' the gas George Foreman huh

How you cuffin' on that bitch knowin' she a runner

Slammin' hoes like Westbrook when he was on the thunder

They done signed him to a label he a one-hit wonder

I'm stackz and I'm really him they call me Boy Wonder

Huh we smoke it out the pack

I call leeky for that Gerski we be smokin' that

We be dressed in off white but be in all black

When I get bored I hit the road I be pushin' scats

Pockets on me skinny YTB now they Fatt

Bitches say im fine I already knew I was that

This is a sweet life Maur Cody and I'm Zach

Knock the wind out his chest give his ass a heart attack

Plain Jane on my wrist you ain't get this shit till you 30

Remind me of my ex I'm doin' these niggas dirty

Pass it off to cam I know he keep a 30

Meet me on the block he a young in I wanna serve me