Big Bags

[Intro: Boldy James] Where we at? It's the Jackson Let's get it [Verse 1: Boldy James] I bounce out of that wide-turn Delorean Iceberg historian Remember copping five boroughs of porcelain Playin' with that fire get you burned Rope 'em up for them scorpions Shot off his sideburns after they tortured him For every action there's a reaction and ain't no catching me lackin' That's why we had to bulletproof the G-Wagon You know that shit was played with, nigga if we ain't cats We talkin' all them biggies, he ain't ever seen the green dragon Can't feel my pain, I got some deep gashes To all my young niggas getting paid, nigga keep stashing Just keep racking up them Benjamin Bannekers Talkin' sex, money, murder in the sprinter with Danika I'm a 227, drug zone legend Anything a nigga get my hands on I can sell it, I know These niggas tellin' that my flicks is all felons Welcome home, [?] let's run this shit up to the ceiling, big bag [Chorus: Boldy James] Skip past, shout it out to the hills Six flags, out of town with a pouch full of shhh Out the way with the drank, really out in the field Know some niggas still paying four thousand a seal Tell 'em prices went up, he thought he found him a steal Might just let his bitch come and help me count up the skrill Black and white, [?] look like a koala on wheels Hundred and one dalmation bricks, hit that Cruella de Vil [Verse 2: DRG Lock, DRG Lock & Sade] Never the skill, was questioned I been shovellin' real Plowin' my way to the exit, I ain't hustling still But still hustle and feel, it's just my customers frill Dusting off my trusty steel 'case I bust it and kill Fourty something still a virgin if discussing a squeal [?] chicken dumplings plus I'm clutching the wheel Me and Boldy we still, vacuum suction the seal Ate lunch and made a plan to get a bunch of the skrill A hunch is as real, heads swivel, duckin' the till I hear the click when niggas dumping, then I shivered and peel I got a different appeal, ain't get shit on the pill Had to sit and look at flicks from this bitch from Brazil No touchin' or feel, for real, shit was different but still Time got a way of letting all this shit get revealed No lines or pills, I really just be sippin' for real Type to kill a couple times, thinking in my mind Is it a crime To chase the bag by any means when it's this many fiends Cuttin' up and sewing dope shit, it's in the seams It's been a dream to reality bit My salary shift, perspective not no gallery, bitch [Chorus: Boldy James] Big bag, skip past, shout it out to the hills Six flags, out of town with a pouch full of shhh Out the way with the drank, really out in the field Know some niggas still paying four thousand a seal Tell 'em prices went up, he thought he found him a steal Might just let his bitch come and help me count up the skrill Black and white, [?] look like a koala on wheels Hundred and one dalmation bricks, hit that Cruella de Vil Big bag