Lyrics:
your frame
They asked about you, you forgot your name
Get by, get busy, the bureau gone reclaim
The rent is through the roof,
The roof is letting in
whiplash
The way I dance, automatic
Flash your cash and you can have it
Double G on every bag
This new season, off the rack
Prada, Louis, Jimmy Choo
misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we play these innings
But
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
a human
Right? But I'm left without remorse
Lesser mind of course
Here come them meds they 'bout to force
Can't pick my head up off the floor
Friends
the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm
Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm
Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed
Painting
with the ladies
Whip Mercedes, rims just painted
Spend the money get it back and I got 80
Got like 80 racks on the bag, (yeah)
And she on my lap counting
what I do
You go get your crew, and I'll go get my crew
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
Say ooh,
ODB]
Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em!
Chorus: Mya
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
me head until your head aches
I heard a saying, you get it fast, it never lasts
Forget pain, there's no club inside of a deck of cards
You gave your
[Infesticon #0]
Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle
Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags
On this beach, leave you
mind out like C4
Brother, I've been going hardcore
I've been trying to start a war
Over all the motherfuckers that wanted me for more
I'm gon' send they
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
let it go
Put in the work and your success go show
Destined for greatness and you already
When chasing the bag everybro be foe
The street no be safe you
by heads
All in my sleep, this breakfast in bed
Ahead of my time an hour east
Every rhyme devour each
No we ain't twins but we tower
Traded them names
ain't me young G, your girl all on me
She chose me when she seen your boy buy out the bar
Told her, "Drink 'til you drop lil' superstar"
Better chill, be
the problem with me
Must be the problem with me, but you still got your head in a bag
Still got your head in a bag
Still got your, still got your head in a bag
a damn
I deck em in the head with a two by four
Now I’m taking all your bread because you’re not hardcore
Just laying on the floor with a hole in your head
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
get to see with your parents
My bro in the army he Roger that and I pass him a bag like I'm Aaron
Ain't scared of no human I'm god fearing never
Song 1: Road 2 The Bag
Producer: MalcolmSef
Beat: Peso
Hook:
The road to the bag
Is all hustle and no lag
Haters don’t know the half
I laugh
my wrist they looking so clean
Gun in my duffle bag
Put an opp in a body bag
I'm on the spot like cash app
Pop pop just like that
Ooooh who hotter
third-degree burns
Let me at 'em, I grip your style like a spasm
Drag 'em through the mud then I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores
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