Bag Ya Bitch! Lyrics

(Oh, oh, oh)

I can never stress a hater I seen too much

I want paper I would never try to give up

Give a fuck bout what a hater say, wait

Give a fuck about it

I can't get no charge about it, lately been on auto pilot

Get a new bitch, would never try to stress about it

Remember I would smoke to ease the pain baby, cruising on the free way

Going faster than normal, I'm tryna spread my wings baby

I can't get hurt, if you wanna die then keep on talking bout my purse

I know niggas caught up in the trap, they can't get work

I seen niggas shot up, had to pull out in a hearse

Why you flexing you ain't rich?

You ain't real nigga, I don't care about your fit

All that shit is fake, yeah i can really bag ya - huh

All that shit fake, I could go bag your favorite bitch

Don't forget the 30 in my clip

Give a fuck bout what a hater say, I'm the only nigga in my way

You can speak about me, I just wanna count green

Off the za I'm O - D, count up racks

Off the wock i'm feeling like a zombie, please don't try to find me yeah

I can't get hurt, if you wanna die then keep on talking bout my purse

I know niggas caught up in the trap, they can't get work

I seen niggas shot up, had to pull out in a hearse

Why you flexing you ain't rich?

You ain't real nigga, I don't care about your fit

All that shit is fake, yeah i can really bag ya - huh

All that shit fake, I could go bag your favorite bitch

Don't forget the 30 in my clip

Get racks up, had to tell that lil bitch back up

She a bad lil vibe gotta pass her, I'm so high I might blast off

Get bank I don't want you, bitch

Tryna build my accomplishments

I just want mom to be rich, show her that I'm on my shit

Feels like it's me against the world, so done with fucking these girls

I just want millions and stacks, flood my house up with racks

My bro can front you a pack, then add more racks in my sack

Bro promise you can't lack, please don't get caught with no gat

I can't get hurt, if you wanna die then keep on talking bout my purse

I know niggas caught up in the trap, they can't get work

I seen niggas shot up, had to pull out in a hearse

Why you flexing you ain't rich?

You ain't real nigga, I don't care about your fit

All that shit is fake, yeah i can really bag ya - huh

All that shit fake, I could go bag your favorite bitch

Don't forget the 30 in my clip