Bag Gettin' Nigga Lyrics

You can tell I'm OT

See the palm trees on my story

If you want it all nigga gotta have guts and glory

Gang full of bitches tryna take me on the Maury

I'm standing on business in these Now and Later Mauri's

Big shot it's the big shot Robert Horry

Down two yeah I'm down two bitch I'm scoring

Can't miss swear I can't miss bitch I'm scorching

Walk him down with that heat seeker I bet I torch him

You the man let me see you jump up off the porch then.

Brand new white sticks bitches look like porcelain

I know he a ham then you know I'm horsing him

Can't wait to drop a Hellcat for the culture damn

This the gang got to be born in

I like my bitches thick fine af and boring

Pull up to the jet champagne when we boarding

Don't make me show you niggas like a ford Taurus

Bag getting nigga

Rack getting nigga

Big figure nigga

Don't make me pull this trigger

Riding round town with the racks in the middle

Bitch I'm catching plays

Catching plays

George Kittle

Nigga you a rat

You a rat

Stuart little

Rainbow paint on the coupe like a Skittle

Smile when you bring my bottle baby imma tip you

And if you bad enough lil mama I might whip you