bag on me

i got some gidname for the bridnain

gas

91 octane

they say '40

you've been doin' it for years

how you maintidnain? '

in a region where people supposed to fail

living in the bay with the sharks and killer whales

i tell 'em 'i'm grown

not with the bitchness'

i'm too crispy and polished

i stay solid

i mind business

i don't hate on brothers

i take my hat off to hustlers

and what i want for myself

bruh

i want for others

republicans wear red

and democratics wear blue

politicians be bangin' and set-trippin' like me and you

it's ok to have nice things

but don't let them things have you

that's what my og told me and my whole crew

in the heart of the slums i hung with the bums

soaked up game

like a sponge

back then

insufficient funds

so i started slangin' gook

pocket full of hunds

biatch!

whole stack full of hun'eds

got that bag on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

whole stack full of hun'eds

got that bag on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

from the kiddie walk to blackhawk

in a guarded gated community

no streetlights or sirens

in the land of the opportunity

rubbing my shoulder with the white folks

in the beginning

it was so new to me

tycoons and golf carts

came a long way from grinding up on the block

life savings all in my socks

mouth full of spitters

swallowing rocks

me and my niggas and gritters posted up with chops

bagging up zippers

microwaves and pots

i need to duplicate myself but i cain't 'cause i'm one of one

let's go one-on-one

potna

put down the gun

i pull strings like a banjo

i could have some niggas run up in your bando

my muscle car souped up and i ain't talkin' 'bout campbell

i'm thinkin' 'bout buying a bentley truck and a lambo

i dress like a king and i'm out here living a dream

if you put your mind to it you could do anything

whole stack full of hun'eds

got that bag on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

whole stack full of hun'eds

got that bag on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

tryin' to put something together

having my gouda and my cheddar

foldin' it backward like an omelet

'bout to get higher than i can measure

got that plug like a tesla

your bitch

you might wanna check her

she slick and she freaky sneaky

she want me up in her kidney

she want me to suck her titty

she wanna sit on my lap

your bitch doin' too fuckin' much

i ain't fuckin' with none of that

i'm too busy

i'm in a rush

in the traffic checking my traps

on my way to the studio

laughin'

rappin'

making slaps

only saps i fuck with is the sap center

where the sharks swim

surrender

don't test us

we got a short temper

fuck around and chop you down like timber

biatch!

whole stack full of hun'eds

got that bag on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

whole stack full of hun'eds

got that bag on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me

when i got that bag

know them bands on me