bag talk - trf boog lyrics
25 thousand of the glass, dog sh*t try and take sum ima crash, ima pit but i still call da dawgs get on yo ass, he a b*tch when its time for him to shoot he gon pass. all my opps they be quiet as a mouse when they see me, come n shop i got 0’s for da low i ain’t greedy. ima big dawg steppin heavy bae these off whites, i can show you how to get this money on a off night. yea we locked in know i got the gang on my skin, i dont know n*ggas no we ain’t da same we ain’t twins. turn ya b*tch up i ain’t in the lane that they in they just glad to be around i only came for the win. ima scorpio bae you know i came for to f*ck , ice man gervin servin know i came for the puck. mr pop sh*t most these n*ggas lame and a duck. she wan ride it in the foreign give me brain in the truck. i had a b*tch out in cali but she moved to the a i don’t let n*ggas around cause they be movin a way, i ain’t friendly ona hoe i be rude when i play. n the b*tch say im never ina mood for a date. only time that you ever see me chase is the cash, know i said im mr pop sh*t but b*tch im bout a bag, get a n*gga hit quick sonic coins out the b*tch, mini micro ina bag ain’t got time for the switch. ill beat a n*gga up put the pistol to his mans, til every n*gga get hit up in his sh*t they gotta plan. he a fake scammer only postin plays for the gram, i ain’t f*ckin wit the bubba only servin the wham. ill turn around and sn*tch off ona b*tch like im quavo, i get in my feelings then i think thats what this pape for. he be owin n*ggas talmbout he gotta lay low. bro say he a soulja boy but can’t f*ck wit a draco. two tone skelly what im on feelin righteous, i ain’t gotta trick on you baby but i might just , take you out the country catch a vibe oh you like this. gave her ass a pillow from back baby bite this. billy jean mike jack baby not my lover, if she make the money double i might f*ck without a rubber , ima gentleman gangsta as it get though know sumn, dont tell me u ballin penny pinchin b*tch show sumn. i be in miami b00bytrap tryna throw sum. 10000 in 1s stripper b*tches know the goat coming . oh i told her throat sumn b*tch make it nasty, tiger stripes on her ass runnin like a athlete. bae you kinda classy i like my b*tches ratchet, used to serve a half just to make the money backflip, i dont do the dinner dates lay down ona matress. i used to be bummy now im usin that as past tense. dog sh*t ridin round 40 and a drake though, bad b*tch a 10 but she broke man i hate hoes, she a f*ck the whole gang now we da bangbros. pockets done got fatter than my stomach thats a bankroll
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