Mag On Me ft. Leshababyy Lyrics

I'm that nigga in the chuckwith the bag on me

I can't get caught lacking got the mag on me

Walk around the club by myself with the racks on me

You should be ashamed how your bitch threw it back on me

I'm that nigga put the V on the map homie I'm the one that go turn up the frats homie

Put a nigga on his feet then he turn his back on me

I put a hat up on my head and never cap on me

Hit the road jack, pockets gettin' too fat Tracy in the cut blowin' shit just like two

blacks We done turned up the whole city but you

knew that Drove 15 hours to get some packs then we flew

back Booted up in a party, I'm off a twist of tea

Lil ass nigga want a bag, this ain't 10 of G

I had to call my nigga Zo exotic for some different weed

Shorty said she want Chanel bags, I bought her Tiffany

Keep the Glock by my side, that's where my kidney be

I got three letters for you nigga, PPG I spend a nigga block like a CDD

And I drop another loan like a PPP I ain't fuckin' with the casino, they took

all my bread I just whip the band out, put it all on red

And I just made a hit so I'm chillin' in the shed

And how you make the bed rock, you ain't got no bed

I'm that nigga in the truck with the bag on me

I can't get caught like he got the mag on me

Walk around the club by myself with the racks on me

You should be ashamed how your bitch threw it back on me

I'm that nigga put the V on the map homie I'm the one that go turn up the frats homie

Put a nigga on his feet then he turn his back on me

I put a hat up on my head and never cap on me

This nigga kinda cute, but why he playin' like that

Guess I gotta take his cards, now he gon' pay me for that

You beggin' to eat the cat, is you gon' pay me or somethin'

This nigga ain't gon' stop, until its a baby or somethin

My ex nigga want me back, he must be crazy or somethin

Might give it to you once, now you can't get me for nothin

Yeah bitch, I'm all about the money Can't do that broke shit, that shit hurt my stomach

If you try to run up, I'm gon' poke your stomach

Stupid bitch got a blick, but she ain't gon' bust it

I don't even play with guns, I tell my niggas up it

Goofy with your nigga up this blit, I still ain't fearin' nothin

All washed up niggas, still ain't makin' nothin

How the fuck is you grown and ain't accomplish nothin'

If I take that nigga bitch, I'm spending all his hunnits

Bitch try to run up, oh she a crash dummy

I'm that nigga in the chuck with the bag on me

I can't get caught like got the mag on me

Walk around the club by myself with the racks on me

You should be ashamed how your bitch threw it back on me

I'm that nigga put the V on the map on me

I'm the one that go turn up the frats on me

Put a nigga on his feet, then he turn his back on me

I'll put a hat up on my head and never cap on me