Lyrics:
be caught up, like I'm
In this, movie that you, know
I'm not tryna be up in court
Baggin' all these hoes, no nigga
I am just trying to sit
Back
The money ain't tame me yet
I be still baggin' shit
My dog made Madden list
I done got super rich
And that's without management
Niggas in the swoop
to the bad guy or am I or [shit] 'cause I'm ya
local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama
plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya want to
I'm baggin
rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool
Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in
G
You's a dime, I'm a key
Thun, thun straight out of Sicily
Now, back to the stash crib
Joey Crack baggin' up cracks
One love, give 'em G-Packs,
on the Mickeys big mouth
With Big Jam baggin on the whole damn house
Penthouse Playin, nigga, who's the Clique?
Hoes like you and her and you to pick
Shabby Bleu,
and baggin'
Keep them reloading and the paper is folding
Churches are freakin'
And the people are flagging
Tech starts tagging
And they're jumping
some uncles who killers (for real)
Who baggin' someone who ain't play by the code (yeah)
My favorite rapper my cousin (yeah)
I looked up to him ever
dollar bills up
You know we window baggin' that krillz up
Fingertips hurt puttin' that work in
Move that white in bulk nigga like Jergens
New rappers
ratchet
Now I start baggin' away
Fiends is comin', yo
Took off my shirt, murked that away
How many you want? Like 17
Shits is golden, daddy, play ya
the message
When it comes to baggin a chick, don't be impressive
I get girls, y'all fellas is desperate
"Together baby together baby"
"Baby just you
Enter the dragon, as I start, to braggin' and taggin'
And sayin' I'm baggin' all rappers on the bandwagon
Feel the fury of a renegade, well men I
I kept hid under the black fences
Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles
I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little
Though
strategy, don't be punked like no lame
You just a Bone in the game
Steady baggin' work, hittin' licks, and stackin' cain'
the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os
Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for Hos
Lookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one
From my game
a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up
While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat fuck
Hope you get hit
Enter the dragon, as I start, to braggin' and taggin'
And sayin' I'm baggin' all rappers on the bandwagon
Feel the fury of a renegade, well men I
having enough?
We gon' keep keep baggin' it up
We gon' keep keep cashin' it up
I need this here for the inner city
I need Wakanda in Mississippi
I
We was stuffin' thirty in a Beretta
Love my gang but we gotta do better
Case is federal baggin' is terrible
Streets on the schedule dope on a jet
Day-Glo stars, I am baggin' and dashin'
Whoever's with my ex needs to do better
She's still texting me at two 'til ten
Weird liquor tastes weirdly better
around and 'round I move
Until it's clear, then I'm back to baggin' bags of loot
Spent years tryna steer both hands on you
'Til I finally understood
fingertips, oh yeah
From baggin? up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't stand
they baggin' it up
Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'
All
baggin' ounces in the back of the Maz'
Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness
A.D.I.D.A.S. wit Stan Smith's
The grant's on the Stove
And Aunt Lo
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