Pooda Racks - Dat 1 Bag (feat. BSF Zair) Lyrics

I done told these pussies many times that they can't f*ck with us
2 deep in that strike, I'm with the one that sent your brother up
Handin' out shit bags, just one for you, we servin' tummy tucks
Won't get no reply, I'm just gon' slide and f*ck the summer up

I'm too rich, it's hard to make a diss

(shh)

And I still ain't miss

Niggas mad, we trollin', still ain't slide, they throwin' pissy fits
Got a deal and went legit, before that, no ski on that blitz
On that rim, they drop a diss, graveyard diggin', we got shifts

This a trial run, still can't f*ck with us, and they knew that though
He outside, but he like pussy, we gon' get him through a hoe
Think he safe because he moved, I bet we spinnin' that new lo
B's got points, he tryna score, just need one more to make it four

A lick for 20 bones or more, I bet we kick a door
Ain't no time to shoot a movie, we gon' give him a quick show
She too thirsty, that ain't me, I alley-oop her to my bro
Change my name to Mr. Boints, if you just know, then you know

Ain't a hit that I ain't hoe, ain't a hoe that I ain't hit
Wanna get with me, then get in the mix, poppin' shit just like I'm Mitch
2 ghetto 4 purses, she want ricks, ain't gotta talk hot , I talk rich
Ask her do, she want some Eats, she from the trenches, she want dick

Uh-huh, and she so obsessed, she like when I pull out
Bust on her face and go make a mess, stop claimin
You got beef with me, lil' nigga, and give me the best, dab up in the world
She still daddy, lil' girl, she can't leave me, I can't neither

I can't tell you right from wrong, like my mean-ass first-grade teacher
Crazy part, she was my auntie, spanish, bitch, she call me poppy
I been steppin', who gon' stop me? Like a pizza, she gon' top me
These nuts, nigga got em, been chasin' all this paper

My bro stay up on that road, he sellin' all these highs
And he taxin' for them lows, they got shot and they still troll
I don't get these niggas weird, you ain't slide, he in the air
Huh, huh, let's go, if I shoot my gun, he ain't get away

Too much switches in this bitch, yeah, they thought he was a navy
Rather stack it hit a another state, y'all niggas being lazy
Turn my bitch into a trap house, told her I can't stay
Auntie cookin', whippin' crack, come on, bro, shot through the window

And he caught a headshot, he ain't survived, now they havin' candlelights
I can teach you how to run it up, my whole hood, lit
Yeah, Empty gang & Fully gang, we on dat bullshit
I don't know about them other niggas, we on bullshit

Tryna go and walk down, nigga, strike shit with this Fully bitch
Uh-huh