What Yo Bag Like Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, man, look, bitches hopin' that I change, right, yeah, you ain't

Fuckin' with no lame type, yeah, put two bitches on the same flight, yeah, I'm a nigga and

My game tight, yeah, niggas shootin' cause they can't fight, yeah, niggas rappin' but

They can't write, yeah, I'm just tryin' make the name bright, nigga had a taste of what

The fame like, show you what the pain like, Pheezy Steady talkin' that real, I done been

Through hell and back and I ain't plottin' to fail, try and focus on the racks and get

On top of the scales, all that lyin' in your raps, go have you lyin' in jail, ain't no

Fairy tale, bitches in my city know me very well, did the county buildings and the county

Jail, free the homie Donnie Bell, til' they finally lettin' him free, it's phat pheezy with

The word of the streets, so let me show you what that bag like, I lost my mind when my

Dad died, bet I go broke before my mom do, I hope my niggas get that shine too, trick

On them hoes if I got time to, know I look fly and I ain't tryin' to, you try to take

Me boy you dying too, cause I'm a nigga in my prime too, yeah, look, it's hard times

We hustlin, doing' small crimes, the bail bonds, the money tucked in the long johns

I held nines and let em go if they test mines, the best times is when I learned to invest

Mines, I fucked dimes and let em go when they showed signs, had soul ties but let em go when

My soul died, my soul cried but when it's war we roll tide, I told lies but kept it

Hundred and told God, the game over, bitch bad in a Range Rover, the game colder than

A chip on a lame shoulder, she came over, dressed up like it's October, she not sober

Hennessy and she bought Boba, the block soldier, mind frame of a stockbroker, life is a gamble

She 21 so I might poker, yeah, pheezy, so let me show you what that bag like, flavor

Yeah, it's the agency