The whip you drive a stolo
Gotta hop out if twelve get behind you
Rock out by myself I don't give a f*ck if the whole world behind you
Play your cards right looking like a lick then I'm a have to line you
Hoe ain't talking about shit if it don't end with me getting up inside her
Keep on the vest we aiming for the tape trying to give a line up
All my bitches bad I'll put em up against y'all baddest line up
You say it's beef no need to seek cause it ain't hard to find us
Pull up to your street with a lot of beams we trying to up and blind something
My competition is in the mirror
And he look real familiar
I lost all hope on love
Next bitch that hurt me I might just have to kill her
No I'm lying I'll just dick her friend and make sure that she hear it
Always about a check you got some plays then point me to the nearest
Point me to the nearest bag
How you get back on your ass
Ain't invest the ppp now you back staying with your dad
Now It make sense on why your bitch was pulling up with all her bags
But I still ain't let her sleep I piped her sent her to the streets
What the f*ck did that hoe think
I can't save her I'm to p
I ain't always been like this my last bitch took my heart from me
I can't lie I love this feeling
Aint no feeling up in me
Look me in my eyes and you can tell it ain't no fear in me
New shorty on my arm she orange I call her hi c
I ain't have to try to take his chick now he don't like me
Bend it over do a hand stand baby excite me
We on a little boat doing this just for one night see
Spike Lee I could tell her action it get spicy
She came wit all this spice
No I cannot take her light
Really she just want to smoke I'm a roll up the dope and get high as a kite
Please don't take me as a joke go berserk like the joker I'm droppin the mic
She like the way the beat thump or something
Trash man we dumping something
But I ain't got to do it cause broski stay with guns
Way I eat the beat I'm never going broke I stay with funds
Shorty bald numero uno but she not the only one
K. Dub - Nearest Bag (feat. Tremor J) Lyrics
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The whip you drive a stolo
Gotta hop out if twelve get behind you
Rock out by myself I don't give a f*ck if the whole world behind you
Play your cards right looking like a lick then I'm a have to line you
Hoe ain't talking about shit if it don't end with me getting up inside her
Keep on the vest we aiming for the tape trying to give a line up
All my bitches bad I'll put em up against y'all baddest line up
You say it's beef no need to seek cause it ain't hard to find us
Pull up to your street with a lot of beams we trying to up and blind something
My competition is in the mirror
And he look real familiar
I lost all hope on love
Next bitch that hurt me I might just have to kill her
No I'm lying I'll just dick her friend and make sure that she hear it
Always about a check you got some plays then point me to the nearest
Point me to the nearest bag
How you get back on your ass
Ain't invest the ppp now you back staying with your dad
Now It make sense on why your bitch was pulling up with all her bags
But I still ain't let her sleep I piped her sent her to the streets
What the f*ck did that hoe think
I can't save her I'm to p
I ain't always been like this my last bitch took my heart from me
I can't lie I love this feeling
Aint no feeling up in me
Look me in my eyes and you can tell it ain't no fear in me
New shorty on my arm she orange I call her hi c
I ain't have to try to take his chick now he don't like me
Bend it over do a hand stand baby excite me
We on a little boat doing this just for one night see
Spike Lee I could tell her action it get spicy
She came wit all this spice
No I cannot take her light
Really she just want to smoke I'm a roll up the dope and get high as a kite
Please don't take me as a joke go berserk like the joker I'm droppin the mic
She like the way the beat thump or something
Trash man we dumping something
But I ain't got to do it cause broski stay with guns
Way I eat the beat I'm never going broke I stay with funds
Shorty bald numero uno but she not the only one
Gotta hop out if twelve get behind you
Rock out by myself I don't give a f*ck if the whole world behind you
Play your cards right looking like a lick then I'm a have to line you
Hoe ain't talking about shit if it don't end with me getting up inside her
Keep on the vest we aiming for the tape trying to give a line up
All my bitches bad I'll put em up against y'all baddest line up
You say it's beef no need to seek cause it ain't hard to find us
Pull up to your street with a lot of beams we trying to up and blind something
My competition is in the mirror
And he look real familiar
I lost all hope on love
Next bitch that hurt me I might just have to kill her
No I'm lying I'll just dick her friend and make sure that she hear it
Always about a check you got some plays then point me to the nearest
Point me to the nearest bag
How you get back on your ass
Ain't invest the ppp now you back staying with your dad
Now It make sense on why your bitch was pulling up with all her bags
But I still ain't let her sleep I piped her sent her to the streets
What the f*ck did that hoe think
I can't save her I'm to p
I ain't always been like this my last bitch took my heart from me
I can't lie I love this feeling
Aint no feeling up in me
Look me in my eyes and you can tell it ain't no fear in me
New shorty on my arm she orange I call her hi c
I ain't have to try to take his chick now he don't like me
Bend it over do a hand stand baby excite me
We on a little boat doing this just for one night see
Spike Lee I could tell her action it get spicy
She came wit all this spice
No I cannot take her light
Really she just want to smoke I'm a roll up the dope and get high as a kite
Please don't take me as a joke go berserk like the joker I'm droppin the mic
She like the way the beat thump or something
Trash man we dumping something
But I ain't got to do it cause broski stay with guns
Way I eat the beat I'm never going broke I stay with funds
Shorty bald numero uno but she not the only one
Writer: Kylen Williams, Corbin Dockery
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