Big Bags ft. Lil Jairmy Lyrics

Big bags started off small I got big bags

Blunts used to small I got big gas

Racks used to be small I got big racks

Big bags I'm up so a nigga smoke big gas

Gas got me looking down on they bitch ass

Look at they face got'em big mad

Big mad I don't fuck around with the chit chat

Got a hunnid rounds make him get back

Treat him like a child tell him sit back

Big bags started off small I got big bags

Blunts used to small I got big gas

Racks used to be small I got big racks

Niggas hating on Rizzy cause he up now

When I come round niggas look me up down

I done linked up with Jairmy so It's up now

Bitch we trap all day till the sun down

Making plays all day scoring touchdowns

Nigga don't come round you ain't from round

I seen a old head get gunned down

An I done walked thru a whole shoot out

Seen some shit only few niggas knew about

Switched it up had to find me a new route

Now my money an hair they both grew out

Dropped the tape but I'm thinking about two now

Got the gang tell ol' girl bring her crew out

I be cooling with crips nigga cool out

I jus walked in this bitch with my tool out

Try to play an we gone have a shoot out

Try to play an I'm gone shoot your shooter

Got the k to go thru thru thru thru ya

I knew I would be big when I grew up

See the pain in my face pour the screw up

Got the ice an the cake wish they knew ya

Got'em mad cause they thinking I blew up

Niggas way back from school wish they knew ya

Bitches way back from school wanna screw ya I be like who ya

Big bags started off small I got big bags

Blunts used to small I got big gas

Racks used to be small I got big racks

Big bags I'm up so a nigga smoke big gas

Gas got me looking down on they bitch ass

Look at they face got'em big mad

Big mad I don't fuck around with the chit chat

Got a hunnid rounds make him get back

Treat him like a child tell him sit back

Big bags started off small I got big bags

Blunts used to small I got big gas

Racks used to be small I got big racks

Buss a nigga ass if he fuck with that bag

Over two hunnid dollars

Every cup that I had

Any situation I ain't going out sad

I don't do no hesitation get to letting off fast

Double cups of codeine and these fast cars

I took off in the lamb like a nascar

Young'n ran that shit up like a track star

Now these bitches attached to the gas god

Fell in love with the streets just a fatal attraction

When I run a play you just play the distraction

And then folks on my back

Cause they know I'm about action

Got to watch what you say to them questions they asking

I don't know a thing but it wasn't me

Lame ass bitch trying to make it what it couldn't be

Ain't squashing shit cause them bullets could've killed me

Heater on my waist but I'm cooling like the A/C

Full of that syrup I'm gettin loaded in Dallas

Popped me two percs now I'm losing my balance

Everyday I rock drip like I'm fresh out a pageant

Eight hundred horse power

Fuck the twelve I'm smashing

Fifty bands for the medallion

Fifteen hundred for the shoes that I'm wearing

All the money I been spending on legal fees

I just should've went bought a McLaren gas god

Big bags started off small I got big bags

Blunts used to small I got big gas

Racks used to be small I got big racks

Big bags I'm up so a nigga smoke big gas

Gas got me looking down on they bitch ass

Look at they face got'em big mad

Big mad I don't fuck around with the chit chat

Got a hunnid rounds make him get back

Treat him like a child tell him sit back

Big bags started off small I got big bags

Blunts used to small I got big gas

Racks used to be small I got big racks