Bag

Sip this motherf- Royce the Productions

This drink, that shit help me think

Hm

Neighborhood

Glock, Glock, shit, bitch

I'ma go get me a bag

Pull up then I paper tag

These bitches be makin’ me mad

Wrap his ass up like a bag

These niggas be goin' out sad

We never goin' out sad

Pull up then I paper tag

I went and got me a bag

I’ma go get me a bag

Pull up then I paper tag

These bitches be makin' me mad

Wrap his ass up like a bag

These niggas be goin' out sad

We never goin' out sad

Pull up then I paper tag

I went and got me a bag

I'm gon' go get me some cash

Know why this lil' nigga be mad

Bitch, you ain't nothin’, you get passed

I’m itchin', them perks on my ass

Lil’ Murdo, he pull up with masks

Lil' nigga, you know that's your ass

So many sticks, Taliban

Slide up, we pull up in van

I'm thinkin’ 'bout that new Jag'

I'ma go blow that lil' cash

Get it right back on they ass

Your lil' bitch callin' me dad

Big ol' crib, I don't need no flag

Bangin' it right on they ass

Roll up a blunt of that gas

If I ain't got no drink, I'ma spaz, damn

I'ma go get me a truck

Then I'ma go fill that bitch up

Then I'ma go load that bitch down

Hundred round for a hundred clowns

Your bitch keep lookin' me down

I'm thinkin' she likin' my style

So many sticks like Lee Chow

I do this shit for my child, damn

I do this shit for my kids

I don't do shit for no bitch

Beamer coupe, I'ma go tint

So dark, you can't even see in, damn

Hop out and shoot at your whip

Free my nigga Dora the bitch

Don't worry, bro, I got your kid

I'm havin' so much of this shit, damn

I'ma go get me a bag

Pull up then I paper tag

These bitches be makin' me mad

Wrap his ass up like a bag

These niggas be goin' out sad

We never goin' out sad

Pull up then I paper tag

I went and got me a bag

I'ma go get me a bag

Pull up then I paper tag

These bitches be makin' me mad

Wrap his ass up like a bag

These niggas be goin' out sad

We never goin' out sad

Pull up then I paper tag

I went and got me a bag

Gunna Gunna got a bag

Pull up then I brand new paper tag

2016, the new Jag'

Four hundred pints and I'm sippin' that Act'

Walked in the condo, she like where we at

Two brothers talk down, we gon' count up the racks

Put that in the safe, bitch, I got me a bag

We smokin' gas out the bag

You know it help when I hit from the back

I fuck her so good, she keep callin' me back

Bitch, I'm a boss and I came from old Nat

Shit on you bitches and kill all you rats

Niggas be talkin', they talkin' 'bout nothin'

Pourin' the drank up, we sippin' that muddy

You know I'ma cup it, you know this shit dirty

Gunna, he know that, bitch, I come for the money

I'm never goin' out sad

Wrap his ass up like a bag

That thirty be makin' me sad

Got two Glocks, they came with two mags

No Tim, but I pull up with mats

Shoot your shit, left it shed

That pump, it gon' blow out your back

Kidnap him, wait for a tab

Pull up and hop out with choppers and Glocks

The neighbor can hear when we bustin'

You talkin', we pull right on your block

We don't have time for discussion

My young nigga hang out the side of that drop with sticks, you know that they bustin'

These bitches ain't nothin', you know I don't love 'em

I was taught, "Go get the money"

I'ma go get me a bag

Pull up then I paper tag

These bitches be makin' me mad

Wrap his ass up like a bag

These niggas be goin' out sad

We never goin' out sad

Pull up then I paper tag

I went and got me a bag

I'ma go get me a bag

Pull up then I paper tag

These bitches be makin' me mad

Wrap his ass up like a bag

These niggas be goin' out sad

We never goin' out sad

Pull up then I paper tag

I went and got me a bag