Bag Up

Niccle

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Niccle


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Yeah I was bussin, I was bussin
Niccle bag baby yeah you know that I was hustin'
With nothin', now Im really bussin
Ima knock ard? Cause Ima punch in and out
You hear me? Mhm Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Niccle Bag baby I remember really hustlin
Started off with nothin', now I'm really bussin
I don't got no oven mittens, yeah my hands hot boy
Broke her fuckin' heart, man she fuckin' with a block boy (Yeah)
I don't f*ck with broke hoes
I don't f*ck with dirty niggas
Snappin' like some photos, yeah they cropped him out the picture
All I need is solos, I don't like to work with niggas
Used to rockin' polo, (polos) yeah I like to stunt
All these niggas p*ssyfootin' , I don't know what's up
Take a trip to NY (New York), I don't like to fuss
Started with the low half steady tryna hustle
Bad bitch need a cold bath, before she try to touch a nigga (Yeah)
Always been solid, Nic he love to bring them bags out
Always been loud, my plane engine cannot fail now
Always was the friend, grams ain't no hand out
Now I'm on the gram, all the youngin's like my fans now (They like my fans)
Brodie got that purp and yellow, mixin' it like Derek Fisher
Baby why you actin' different? Actin like you don't marry
Yeah I got the whole team, I know how to carry
I don't like no new guys, way too many scary
Yeah I wanna take a shot, so my brodie set a screen
Yeah I want your bae, so I add her to my team
Yeah I got a good girl, look like she on magazines
Yeah I studied Dr. King because I like to chase a dream (Uh Huh)
From sun up to sun down, I been tired hustlin
Sounds and whole pounds many nights was strugglin'
Geekin' creepin' posted on the block hot like oven mittens
Shordy f*ck for money so you know I'm never cuffin' it
Brodie got the bippy facin' life cause he was bussin' it (Uh Huh)
He get in that jam he roll out quick he steady dumpin' it (Steady dumpin')
If I get the rock I guarantee I never fumble it (Uh Huh)
I get in my feelings on these beats I'm really lovin' it (I'm really lovin' it)
Yeah I had a heartbreak, back then as a little nigga
Now I make her heartache cause I'm makin' hella figures
Broken used to steal bikes, bet you never took mine (Never took mine)
Mop stick drench him, now he need a wipe the floor sign
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up
You gotta get your bag up

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Written by: Dominic Winn

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