Big Bags (feat. Lil Jairmy)

Big bags started off small I got big bags Blunts used to small I got big gas Racks used to be small I got big racks Big bags I'm up so a nigga smoke big gas Gas got me looking down on they bitch ass Look at they face got'em big mad Big mad I don't fuck around with the chit chat Got a hunnid rounds make him get back Treat him like a child tell him sit back Big bags started off small I got big bags Blunts used to small I got big gas Racks used to be small I got big racks Niggas hating on Rizzy cause he up now When I come round niggas look me up down I done linked up with Jairmy so It's up now Bitch we trap all day till the sun down Making plays all day scoring touchdowns Nigga don't come round you ain't from round I seen a old head get gunned down An I done walked thru a whole shoot out Seen some shit only few niggas knew about Switched it up had to find me a new route Now my money an hair they both grew out Dropped the tape but I'm thinking about two now Got the gang tell ol' girl bring her crew out I be cooling with crips nigga cool out I jus walked in this bitch with my tool out Try to play an we gone have a shoot out Try to play an I'm gone shoot your shooter Got the k to go thru thru thru thru ya I knew I would be big when I grew up See the pain in my face pour the screw up Got the ice an the cake wish they knew ya Got'em mad cause they thinking I blew up Niggas way back from school wish they knew ya Bitches way back from school wanna screw ya I be like who ya Big bags started off small I got big bags Blunts used to small I got big gas Racks used to be small I got big racks Big bags I'm up so a nigga smoke big gas Gas got me looking down on they bitch ass Look at they face got'em big mad Big mad I don't fuck around with the chit chat Got a hunnid rounds make him get back Treat him like a child tell him sit back Big bags started off small I got big bags Blunts used to small I got big gas Racks used to be small I got big racks Buss a nigga ass if he fuck with that bag Over two hunnid dollars Every cup that I had Any situation I ain't going out sad I don't do no hesitation get to letting off fast Double cups of codeine and these fast cars I took off in the lamb like a nascar Young'n ran that shit up like a track star Now these bitches attached to the gas god Fell in love with the streets just a fatal attraction When I run a play you just play the distraction And then folks on my back Cause they know I'm about action Got to watch what you say to them questions they asking I don't know a thing but it wasn't me Lame ass bitch trying to make it what it couldn't be Ain't squashing shit cause them bullets could've killed me Heater on my waist but I'm cooling like the A/C Full of that syrup I'm gettin loaded in Dallas Popped me two percs now I'm losing my balance Everyday I rock drip like I'm fresh out a pageant Eight hundred horse power Fuck the twelve I'm smashing Fifty bands for the medallion Fifteen hundred for the shoes that I'm wearing All the money I been spending on legal fees I just should've went bought a McLaren gas god Big bags started off small I got big bags Blunts used to small I got big gas Racks used to be small I got big racks Big bags I'm up so a nigga smoke big gas Gas got me looking down on they bitch ass Look at they face got'em big mad Big mad I don't fuck around with the chit chat Got a hunnid rounds make him get back Treat him like a child tell him sit back Big bags started off small I got big bags Blunts used to small I got big gas Racks used to be small I got big racks