(Spazzin Out Pluto)
If you want the bag (Want the bag)
You gotta go get it
I came up from nothing
Was jumping them fences
I hit a lick on the road to the riches
And I keep a 40 up under my briches
Bitch Bitch Bitches be talking bout getting a bag
But hoe where the bag at?
And niggas be claiming they running with Bloods
But boy where your flag at?
I got a hatred for niggas that's cap
Bitch that's on any side
Like how is you sitting round leaching
But say that you niggas got mob ties
I'm pullin' up strong in a Chevy nigga
I let the glock ride
Niggas be washing up all of my style
But he aint got no Tide (Uh)
Niggas be washing up all of my swag
Got a new coupe that bitch came with a drag
When I get a deal, I'm showing my ass
And leaving these f*ck niggas stuck in the past
My nigga Russ, he be making my covers
I'll f*ck yo bitch, but I don't need no cover
That hoe was basic, so I cannot love her
I still got that scope in case you undercover
Hit that lil nat, but I'm wearing a rubber
Came outta Chipley where niggas turned sucked
Me and lil Key B take trips like a chugga
I just left Atlanta, I'm ready to bubble
You only call me when you in some trouble
She say she single, I ordered a double
You get the memo, I swear I won't fumble
Trell Beezy be slanging that pipe like a plumber
I got the bag, it's ready to drop
Gimmie the cash, let's open up shop
I'm going up aint no way I could flop
You aint get the picture, I'm ready to crop
Yo hoe aint loyal, she giving up top
My baby a real one, her love won't stop
When I come through Ima let my shit pop
You f*ck with my enemies, now you a opp
If you want the bag (Want the bag)
You gotta go get it
I came up from nothing
Was jumping them fences
I hit a lick on the road to the riches
And I keep a 40 up under my briches
Bitch Bitch Bitches be talking bout getting a bag
But hoe where the bag at?
And niggas be claiming they running with Bloods
But boy where your flag at?
I got a hatred for niggas that's cap
Bitch that's on any side
Like how is you sitting round leaching
But say that you niggas got mob ties
I'm pullin' up strong in a Chevy nigga
I let the glock ride
Niggas be washing up all of my style
But he aint got no Tide
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(Spazzin Out Pluto)
If you want the bag (Want the bag)
You gotta go get it
I came up from nothing
Was jumping them fences
I hit a lick on the road to the riches
And I keep a 40 up under my briches
Bitch Bitch Bitches be talking bout getting a bag
But hoe where the bag at?
And niggas be claiming they running with Bloods
But boy where your flag at?
I got a hatred for niggas that's cap
Bitch that's on any side
Like how is you sitting round leaching
But say that you niggas got mob ties
I'm pullin' up strong in a Chevy nigga
I let the glock ride
Niggas be washing up all of my style
But he aint got no Tide (Uh)
Niggas be washing up all of my swag
Got a new coupe that bitch came with a drag
When I get a deal, I'm showing my ass
And leaving these f*ck niggas stuck in the past
My nigga Russ, he be making my covers
I'll f*ck yo bitch, but I don't need no cover
That hoe was basic, so I cannot love her
I still got that scope in case you undercover
Hit that lil nat, but I'm wearing a rubber
Came outta Chipley where niggas turned sucked
Me and lil Key B take trips like a chugga
I just left Atlanta, I'm ready to bubble
You only call me when you in some trouble
She say she single, I ordered a double
You get the memo, I swear I won't fumble
Trell Beezy be slanging that pipe like a plumber
I got the bag, it's ready to drop
Gimmie the cash, let's open up shop
I'm going up aint no way I could flop
You aint get the picture, I'm ready to crop
Yo hoe aint loyal, she giving up top
My baby a real one, her love won't stop
When I come through Ima let my shit pop
You f*ck with my enemies, now you a opp
If you want the bag (Want the bag)
You gotta go get it
I came up from nothing
Was jumping them fences
I hit a lick on the road to the riches
And I keep a 40 up under my briches
Bitch Bitch Bitches be talking bout getting a bag
But hoe where the bag at?
And niggas be claiming they running with Bloods
But boy where your flag at?
I got a hatred for niggas that's cap
Bitch that's on any side
Like how is you sitting round leaching
But say that you niggas got mob ties
I'm pullin' up strong in a Chevy nigga
I let the glock ride
Niggas be washing up all of my style
But he aint got no Tide
If you want the bag (Want the bag)
You gotta go get it
I came up from nothing
Was jumping them fences
I hit a lick on the road to the riches
And I keep a 40 up under my briches
Bitch Bitch Bitches be talking bout getting a bag
But hoe where the bag at?
And niggas be claiming they running with Bloods
But boy where your flag at?
I got a hatred for niggas that's cap
Bitch that's on any side
Like how is you sitting round leaching
But say that you niggas got mob ties
I'm pullin' up strong in a Chevy nigga
I let the glock ride
Niggas be washing up all of my style
But he aint got no Tide (Uh)
Niggas be washing up all of my swag
Got a new coupe that bitch came with a drag
When I get a deal, I'm showing my ass
And leaving these f*ck niggas stuck in the past
My nigga Russ, he be making my covers
I'll f*ck yo bitch, but I don't need no cover
That hoe was basic, so I cannot love her
I still got that scope in case you undercover
Hit that lil nat, but I'm wearing a rubber
Came outta Chipley where niggas turned sucked
Me and lil Key B take trips like a chugga
I just left Atlanta, I'm ready to bubble
You only call me when you in some trouble
She say she single, I ordered a double
You get the memo, I swear I won't fumble
Trell Beezy be slanging that pipe like a plumber
I got the bag, it's ready to drop
Gimmie the cash, let's open up shop
I'm going up aint no way I could flop
You aint get the picture, I'm ready to crop
Yo hoe aint loyal, she giving up top
My baby a real one, her love won't stop
When I come through Ima let my shit pop
You f*ck with my enemies, now you a opp
If you want the bag (Want the bag)
You gotta go get it
I came up from nothing
Was jumping them fences
I hit a lick on the road to the riches
And I keep a 40 up under my briches
Bitch Bitch Bitches be talking bout getting a bag
But hoe where the bag at?
And niggas be claiming they running with Bloods
But boy where your flag at?
I got a hatred for niggas that's cap
Bitch that's on any side
Like how is you sitting round leaching
But say that you niggas got mob ties
I'm pullin' up strong in a Chevy nigga
I let the glock ride
Niggas be washing up all of my style
But he aint got no Tide
Writer: LaTrell Hogan
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