Serving the Plug

[Chorus: HiDoraah] I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah He down on Xan, he down on ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah He down on Xan, he down on ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah [Verse 1: Dolly White] I'm cuffin' that bag, I'm cuffin' that bag And I'm feelin' real good, hell yeah You talkin' 'bout cash, you runnin' up racks And livin' good, hell yeah Jimmy Choos all on my feet Diamonds, they all over me Ear, neck and my wrist is on fleek Please do not get too close to me Baggin' these niggas like groceries Had to stay down 'til they noticed me My shit on negative, four degrees No hoe in my blood, ain't no ho in me I'm with the bullshit, don't approach me I'm walkin' 'round with it, it's on me They screamin', "Hey Dolly," I'm lowkey I fronted him bags of the OG [Chorus: HiDoraah] I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah He down on Xan, he down on ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah He down on Xan, he down on ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah [Verse 2: Young Thug] I'm drivin' my car, I took me a bar I pull up to Mars, hell yeah I used to be young, I used to be small But I do it larger now These lil' bitty boys, they better not start I'll shoot 'em to God, oh yeah I love when them boys try to play hard I'ma pull their card, oh yeah Ayy, bae, do your thing, I ain't stoppin' you My bitch want the money like prostitutes I tell her to wait like a copper do I'll tell her Doraah and tell Dolly too The informant buy everything Pussy nigga, better know they watchin' you Free Unfoonk, I got the Rolls Royce Now they lookin' sour like a lemon do I was standin' on the block And I had on some Jimmy Choos, ayy Never made a nigga do nothin' crazy And I was the general, ayy When my brother died, I lost my heart And I lost my ceilin' too, ayy Lil Doraah, tell these pussy niggas what you gotta say [Chorus: HiDoraah] I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah He down on Xan, he down on ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah He down on Xan, he down on ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah [Verse 3: HiDoraah] Pull up sprayin', fuck with the clan I'm ready to die, hell yeah Ain't no free bands if you ain't the fam Yeah it's whatever Your talk is cheap, I got the AP And it shine bright like the whip You niggas done told, you niggas done fold You niggas know y'all know better I told my bro, I told my sis I got 'em That's what matters I keep my work and I got a lot right here And it's guarded with the 'Reta Thugga I told you 'bout the bankroll These niggas can't make us sweat We on the road, sold out shows I thank God for that [Chorus: HiDoraah] I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah He down on Xan, he down on ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah I fronted the bag, you servin' the bag Oh no, no cuffin' that, yeah Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah He down on Xan, he down on ten He's feelin' real good, hell yeah