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