Lyrics:
xd kick jump like a scooter
Old head at the door say he want the usual
I
Hadda stop baggin my peers like I use to
Still got the drum acoustical
Walk-in
Hey Ace, What's Your Snap?
Baby you tryna feel on me?
Baby, I don't wanna know
She been tryna' get with me
Baby, I'm baggin' the hoe
She be tryna'
good but baggin pounds get tiringgggggg
I be tryn roll after I rubber like a tire man
He pulled out a phone before a Glick
fuck he tryn go viral
I can
Yeah, I'm baggin' it easily
I lied to the bitch, so she blocked and deleted me
You not talkin' money, My nigga, don't speak to me
Your bitch in
the money slow
Niggas tripping lay that law down
Put in work then let em know
I'm the same nigga from when I was baggin Frooties on the floor
Know they happy
(aama)
came from india we eat different (uh)
shop at milan baggin louis vuitton (yeah)
shoutout to modiji big namaste (mo)
i came from the south and i
on like a bruin (like a bruin)
Having it my way just like im doin
I came from that city you come up you baggin up (baggin up) AMG on the kit when im backin
keep bangin', he steppin', we know that he not
That nigga a clown, he don't got no guap I'm baggin' this bitch and she gave me that
Mop I'm givin' her
hecka pretty, and her brain game nasty
Salami sandwich brown-baggin' it
[Chorus]
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
BLAOW!
Bidi bidi bidi bamba
the wine dine
Ain't worried 'bout my time
Might even deny my stayin' overnight
I'm sayin', I'm just fly by baggin'
(Fly by baggin')
I'll take what she supply
braggin'
Last year, had me saggin'
Wasn't ready when Teddy was baggin'
Tossed me in the paddy wagon
But ain't nobody out here stoppin' love
'Cause we was 12
baggin', some big nigga came through clappin'
I ducked behind French, got the MAC and started (brr)
He just got home from doin' a stretch, nobody put him
Juice
Money on my mind, so it's hard for me to miss you
Back then I ain't have this up, sand in my Travis Scotts
New phone, baggin' up, clientele,
Uh, had my back against the wall, they all turned on me
Uh, uh, uh, had my back against the wall, they all turned on me
Had to get the paper baggin
just dead not alive
Pears, I love my pears, they sort our vinegar squares Hey, hey sample a baggins a baggins of apples
Not N-not for bein' spoilt N-Not
taggin
Double baggin
Nothing really safe at night
She run an snatch it up
Clap you up
If she heated duck
Better luck tryna fuck
Her mama duck
Shucks
Ready for the tape on
Face on
Ass is up never
Glasses up better
Fuck it we brown paper baggin off the wagon
See who worth taggin
I play wit em but no
cost a lot, I'm big baggin'
Stop talkin', shut up the yip-yappin'
She only good for suckin' and fuckin' and dick grabbin'
Let me start off that I
Slide the pipe in
When I'm gripping her throat
I'm bumping Ashanti and baggin these O's
Can't trust myself
Can't be trusting a hoe
If it ain't about
Margielas on your toes, got you fancy
Got you baggin' up the work
Got you servin' get that head when I drive
Now I'm swervin' i know you workin'
You makin' me
bottles got intuition
If she want it she gotta pop it, I give permission
Hit the throttle with lady models no intermission
Chasin' baggin's im really
you were related
Fill the meter up with quarters
At The Village headquarters
See the homie in the corner
Busy baggin up a quarter
Across the room I see
goes
And its whatever, yeah it’s whatever
We baggin’ what we need,
In the supermarket, yeah it’s whatever
Swerve groceries, swerve swerve groceries
got a white ho she badder than Addison
And I'm treating these ho’s like the
How many Rickys could I buy I'm baggin' it
I rock Rick every day on
My momma
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