Run a Bag ! ft. Yvrngspider Lyrics

Yuh, oxy in my cup, yuh

I just got some digits, now I'm fuckin' up the club

Damn, I been with my bitch and she love fuckin' its a must

Yeah you know my bitch don't fuss

Makin' money in a rush, yuh

I just went to space, damn

Lil' bitch, I'm floatin

Yeah, I'm fuckin' up the bass, damn

Lil' bitch, I'm goated

I might pull up in that rafe, damn

You cannot tow it, what?

I'm in the street

Hop in the whip, how I hop on the beat

Fuckin' that bitch and she came overseas, damn

Nigga, go stay in your seat, damn

I'm spillin' wock on my tee, damn

Bitch, tryna rob all my tee's, yuh

Tryna take all of my cheddar, huh

Tryna take all of my cheese, yuh

Nigga, don't think that you better, huh

I'm finna cut it like bleach, woah

Ichigo with a katana, huh

Flex in this shit like Osama, huh

Sing on this shit like Madonna, yuh

I'm runnin' that shit like Obama, huh

You think you gettin' ahead

You see I'm doin' the shit that I said

Stackin' my money, I'm stackin' my bread

Can't let these bitches come get to my head

Yeah, I get that bag, yeah

I get the stacks, yeah

I stack up my racks, yeah

Yeah let go, let go

I get her tongue, lil' hoe

She gotta go, well go

Knock on my door, if you want

Call on my phone, if you want

I cannot answer, I don't know em

All of these hoes on my door, damn

All these bitches, actin like dorks

(I don't know, I don't know)

Me and my twin cannot these whores

Me and my nigga, we run up a bag

Run up a, Run up a, Run up a bag

I Run up them bands, yeah

Couple, couple bands

Couple, couple, couple, couple

Couple, couple bands, okay