Lyrics:
It's about levelin' up, guzzlin' up, another clarity (yeah, gang)
It's about windin' you up and then baggin' you up, and I'm doing it thoroughly
Yeah,
get you smoked (oh)
But if you rap a lil' different, that shit'll get you more (woo)
Just like baggin' them nickels up and down different coasts (ah)
quit
Baggin' up this shit, and shippin' out the zips
Matter a fact, I don't think I can quit
I'm a pro, NBA, I'm hittin' bricks
On the low, I'm
into oblivian,eheaha,makin' New York with
virgin-akins.
Eheh,this shit be baggin',eheh.
If you disagree,Uhah!,before I smoke this,& get a little drunk
I'd never become
I believe and became it
Now I'm here to claim it
I hustle anything you name it, name it
I went from eviction to food stamps
To baggin
scopin' crack
Baggin like a newborn, barely profit beef pop off
We carry Tommy guns and smoke trees and grab pockets
Pilgrimage life, real like with no
Ayo, I'm at the Intercontinental, baggin' up
Talk about your North Fly, nigga, bitch is, you dumb
Dunnhill, apron out and put a one on the one
like no don't panic
Slow dough from an old steal baggin
Bang bang and your soul can't grab it (grab)
Whip it out like go go gadget
Get our O's sold
not no gimmicks, uh
Four days in the trap, baggin' brizzicks, uh
Built my own label, M.Y.B. (M.Y.B.)
'Cause all I ever do is mind my business, uh
at niggaz that open spots
on the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make her wet, in her
get some more
Hook
[Kleptomaniac]
Niggaz don't know bout my game, they don't know
how complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexuses
and the sex is
to my D12 days
When we hit the club to go and hell-raise
Probably end up baggin' a cocktail waitress
And takin' her straight back to the Motel 8
Yeah,
tatted in my arm
Made me think back, when I was baggin' up a bong
Young D-Boys always bragging about the run
I was on my third Rolley, now, I guess
Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours
The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion
Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin'
Fightin'
no beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout
beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin
daughter I crave
But your old baggin' wife I'll carry away
Daddy be gay if you can be
Ah take her away with all of my heart
O daddy be gay
Take her
on
And get on and shit on niggas
Do it to 'em D-O-double, right on nigga
I'm saggin' it, baggin' it, slangin' dubs
You motherfuckers think The Wash is all
play(word play)(word)
Willie, that's what I kick to get this millie on a lilly
Now, I'm baggin dimes like chilli
Stress (stress), that's what I always go
lord!"
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
Niggaz don't know bout my game, they don't know
How complex it is, baggin bitches in GS
on a digital scale
It's time to re-up what my scale read
Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo
Baggin' up half a brick
My lawyer sittin' on the couch
He
the white sales
No, I still won't see enough with all the white sales
Went from film, now you baggin' up at Trader Joes
Foreclose on your home, that's just
to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
Way before my first key
Jewelry shining, I stay stuntin'
That's why these niggas can't stand 'em
I'm a chick magnet
And anything fine, I'm baggin it
And if she got a man, I
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