Lyrics:
still on papers
Made it out gon know my name
Polo out chain gang
Sack ran up now my chain swang
This shit from Sue fuck Johnny dang
119 shit raised me
we done the best we could
Ma doctored me from youngin' hood
With epson salts and iodine
Made my diapers out of old feed sacks
My 'spenders out
we done the best we could
Ma doctored me from youngin' hood
With epson salts and iodine
Made my diapers out of old feed sacks
My 'spenders out
with the Mack attack
Get em out the pocket cause I'm rushing that's another sack
Talking crazy but that boy is sweet he all a toblerone
All dem boys is
Niggas be so capped out can't believe
Em don't be speaking facts
I been in dat mode can't let up
Gotta chase a sack
Got it out da mud got sixty shots wit
Elton Brand
Pulling sacks out my pouch
With some sleight of hand
The only twelve I fuck with
Is Ja Morant
Spy kid how I'm trapping on the dark web
straddle in the row
The sun began to sinkin' and the wind began to blow
He was bound to get four hundred, a draggin' a twelve foot sack
I hollered out
me, but I don't work at Culver's
Skinny nigga, stank sack, get the fuck up out the way
Five grams in the wood, nigga thought I'm blowing sage
I'ma get
cashin' out
Told a lil' bitch, shut up, she be actin' out
Let's go hit sacks, bitch, let's go cash it out
Get your nails done, then I tell you, show your
)
This is for all my niggas that
Started out movin' them packs (cash out)
This is for all of my niggas that
Know how to run up a sack (cash out)
Fuck
toppin dat
If she at the crib, then her wig gettin' pushed back Runnin' through a bag like I'm doin' a four-flat Like a D-line, I'm out, West gettin' sacks
Drank it all away until the sun came up
Made a little love when we hit the sack
Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?
Now I'm sittin' out here just
Walk out sacks, bro, full fit, cash flow
Take your bitch, bitch like madden, NFL, pass hoes
Like I'm Vick, smokin' dope, Antidote
Im high as fuck off
(A sorry sack of bones)
(A sorry sack of bones)
(A sorry sack of bones)
I don't think I'm out here alone
I see the shadows walking along
I am
Move in the trap or move through the mail
I bought the trap back I put the hood back in motion
I bring the sacks out everything moving and floatin
Come
Come Take a look
Im talking about
Taking a minute
Look at her bounce
Popping a ceiling
Taking it out
Sack of the kush
Im blowing a pound
I fuck up
She gon' ride in the car with a crack sack
When she screaming out slat with a black at
When I turn into slime she gon' stop that
When a nigga write
hugging on a sack
I was out there on a coney, I was trying to serve a pack
It was crowded at the top now I'm like where them niggas at
You wasn't with us
friend would make
I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack
You better watch out, you better watch out
I've got you, I've got you
You'll never
friend would make
I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack
You better watch out, you better watch out
I've got you, I've got you
You'll never
what? 'Cause we don't love 'em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out
they go sack you
Call out the play like a nigga play Madden
I swear you fuck niggas not ready for action
I give 'em a show (I give 'em a show)
I'm
oh
Let me back track
These hoes
Still hanging off my nut sack
Selling shit out the trunk
From a backpack
I am that mack
It wouldn't take much
For
sack
Shooting out of town I'ma text you when I make it back
Face time me turn around play this song and make it clap
I been smoking backwood after
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