Lyrics:
fade to blackout pull the sack out time to pay for fun
All we know is nothing is forever
Every day comes to another end
Pull the fader no creator its
Hellyer got that gas bro
Uhhh
Yeah
Yeah
I been out chasing the sack since like yesterday
Put the whole team on my back since like yesterday
Wake up
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking
make you envy me, nigga
I'm gon' whip up in them foreigns, make you envy me, nigga
I got that sack out the front door and I went straight through
walking out of sacks with a bag
This a bomb, ain't bagged racks in the jeans when I sag
I know why these hoes so mad I don't really like to brag
Walked in
as possible
As your boss and your bosses boss
And if they catch you out and sack you
You won't worry cos their profits falling
Really aint no loss
I hid in
what you say, sorry for party rocking
And if you blacked out with your sack out
This is what you say, sorry for party rocking
And if you throw up in
for Saturday night
Turn my back on the sun and put the sack out of sight
Take the long dusty road into town
My feet kept the rhythm as I walked the hot
got me a sack
Straight out the hood, got me some class,
Selling them squares, controlling the trap
It ain't no cap in my rap, I really sit in
on this pressure
If she wanna bop for the sack ima let her
Stay out your feelings
My nigha do better
Stay out your feelings my nigha do better
He say he
Went and got me a sack
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Wen and got me some racks
Str8 Out Da Nawf
30 rounds in dat mac
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Plug fronted me da pack now
I just heard they money laundering
I just heard they money laundering
Gang got the sack now
All my bitches trapped out
All deez niggas
Capped out
Yeah you niggas flexing bring ya sack out
I bet my niggas swarm like the bats out
I'm out the park like the bats out
Off flat shoals you could find me
Tryna find my way out I'm Tryna make it
Big ole bag Ima pull up in a jag
Traveling no jet lag
Feel like Santa with the sack
Bitch you going out bad
Tryna
a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
Car got gadgets, my
opinion still crap
Your girl just crushed my fucking sack
So get her out my fuckin' lap
That's my new ride (that's my new ride)
And it's lookin' real fresh
a hashtag
Poppin' bottles, won't toe-tag (Hood Baby)
Used to sell sacks out the trap back
Now I'm pulling up with gas packs
Yeah, real big speaker
the stu[00:32.49]While y'all be snorin'[00:33.59]I just whip it back, my music bumpin' and we pourin'[00:35.90]Had to get the sack, we vibing out[00:37.34]We get it
Posted in the culdesac, tryna figure out a sack, pray I get my money back
What I do?
Got my money back, catch it, throw a quarter back
Damn, do 'em like
us a milly
Get ran out your sack buy It back if I'm kidding
Gang
She wanna see how I'm living
Back then she ain't want me this shit only business
Aye
My life is like a body bag
It sucks me in and I cannot get out
I break my nails trying to rip the sack
Six feet under, down and out
My life is
me fake, just don't call back
This CDG is all black
Ya bitch can't get off my nut sack
Yeah
Giving out jabs, no love taps
Been through Hell, ain't
Selling dope to fuck these hoes
They be hustling backwards
Throw that sack out the window
Before I give some to a coward
Hold that stick steady
Tell
walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back (E)
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out
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