Bag Back Lyrics

I told them bitch niggas run with us But they didn't, now they fuckin' up

Make a toast, let's fill the bucket up That bitch wanna suck me up

Boy, I heard you got your fuckin' money took But talkin' tough like, what the fuck, that

ain't no good, look

I keep on Breakin' rubber bands, they can't fit around this knot

Niggas preachin' on the gram, always claimin' shit, they not

I can't hear the bullshit because my ears be filled with guac

Yeah, I'm movin' slow, baby, cause my cup be filled with snot

I got a nation full of fiends, feel like the president

I can't get high enough for weed, like where my Perkys went

I got a brown sugar bitch, she taste like cinnamon

She gonna fuck us off the whip, see what we bippin' in

And we ain't shooting up, no crib, you see us kickin' in

I'll shoot this bitch until it's Russel , then I'm dippin' out

And since a jit, I always wonder what that thunder bout

And once you hear that, then it's gun em down

Stand over top and clip his shit like what you sayin' now

I do my big one, he get di-done, if he play around

I'm not the trapper from back then, got different flavors now

I'm goin' off just off the beat, this shit controlin' me

You coppin' up on little shit cause you can't fuck with it

Like how the fuck you gettin' bowls, but you can't bubble it

I blow a bag, just on some clothes, this all designer fit

And Brody off the fuckin' yappas, on some zombie shit

Ah, that bitch cryin' and she screamin' and I got her on her knees

Beggin' daddy, don't leave

Bitch, I'm high as shit, you know my shot be off a bean

Ah, let me get back on this shit

Brody lamped on niggas from the store, he did his homework

3 just keep on rollin', and keep rollin', he a stoner

If it ain't no real money, I miss the Trap like do my phone work

You fake Clutchin' for them niggas, boy, you not no real toter

This not no regular fuckin' pole, this shit keep sprayin' out them boulders

Remember we was fucked up in corner stores was splitting quarters

Bitch they know I'm number one, I'm ballin' hard like Michael Porter

And I'm really havin' shit, I got the drugs like place your order

If you can't turn a bitch up , then leave her alone, you can't afford her

Yeah, she know that I'm a trick, I cash her out, she want me to record her

Bitch, I'll fuck your brains out all on my dick, but I ain't wifin' you

Let me have my fun and do my run, maybe a night or two

Uh, yeah, maybe a night or two

Let me have my fun and do my run, a night or two

Uh, yeah, know I'm turnt in this shit, nigga

Uh, yeah, uh

Thought it was over, I'm comin' back, just like I'm from the dead

I lose my mind, what type of time, because these fuckin' meds

Can't go to sleep, can't go to bed, into that choppa dance

Got put to bed, got head in the head, I almost vomited

Don't show no mercy, give no fuck if that was mama's kid

A livin' curse, I'll go to hell for what my papa did

Actin' tough, thread lightly before they fuckin' spin

And if they send us better hope, I ain't bring my choppa in

Bitch