Anto featuring Manu Clavijo - Bags (feat. Beam) Lyrics

Gotta run up my bags
You don't even know about that
A kid gotta rack his racks
Stack my stacks
I ain't never speak no cap
You ain't never speak no facts
She too bad
Just trying to show who I am
But shawty only looking for cash
That's too wack
She'll never get a text back
I don't really seem to understand
Ain't much changed
I can't deal with no lames
They be trying to get in my way
Say they gang
They don't even know where I stay
Gotta stay away from all the fake
Big blue bands
Stack them up till I can't
Shawty trying to get in my face
What is she saying
I be making moves I gotta make them
I don't got space for relations
Ain't shit changed
No bust down, plain jane
Got a couple diamonds and things
They were just flings
Summertime, Wintertime ting
No more relation ting
This age is sad
But a nigga free at last
Young nigga getting his bag
I'm like the ghost from Christmas past
I go through her walls then I'm doing the dash
I gotta go
The whole gang gonna know
If a nigga don't show
We don't need
Don't try to step on my toes like Kodak get exposed
Get shot this week
Mami come here let me hit that
You don't reply when I text that
I ain't even worried about a hoe
Momma done raised a soldier
Lil baby gone tell me the status
Google if she texting spanish
She a freak she
I wanna come taste the fruit
She just want me for blues and I knew that
She popping pussy for the views
I just want f*ck baby screw it
Gotta run up my bags
You don't even know about that
A kid gotta rack his racks
Stack my stacks
I ain't never speak no cap
You ain't never speak no facts
She too bad
Just trying to show who I am
But shawty only looking for cash
That's too wack
She'll never get a text back
I don't really seem to understand
Ain't much changed
I can't deal with no lames
They be trying to get in my way
Say they gang
They don't even know where I stay
Gotta stay away from all the fake
Big blue bands
Stack them up till I can't
Shawty trying to get in my face
What is she saying
I be making moves I gotta make them
I don't got space for relations
Keep 2 phones cause I can't be mixing up my hoes with my bucks
Gotta get my cheese run it up
Say they know me but I don't know about them
Get to the bands
We don't need no help
Got a lil bad bitch
Likes to work at the trap
I've been ahead of my time, that's facts
I don't need her shit cause the bread where it's at
Heard they saying some things and they still gone ask for my hand
What they got planned
I don't f*ck with fake that's dead, got my eyes on something that lasts
Big blue bands
I ain't really tripping about them cause you know I'm finna stay in my bag till' this whole shit end
Too many lames in this game but you know I'm still doing my thing
F*ck did you think
Been through this whole thing girl I got this
I know shawty gone trust in the process
I be taking straight dubs no losses
100 shooters come in if I call them
Said you looking for smoke you don't want it
I'm smoking on gas, exotic
And I need me a new whip, topless
Gotta run up my bags
You don't even know about that
A kid gotta rack his racks
Stack my stacks
I ain't never speak no cap
You ain't never speak no facts
She too bad
Just trying to show who I am
But shawty only looking for cash
That's too wack
She'll never get a text back
I don't really seem to understand
Ain't much changed
I can't deal with no lames
They be trying to get in my way
Say they gang
They don't even know where I stay
Gotta stay away from all the fake
Big blue bands
Stack them up till I can't
Shawty trying to get in my face
What is she saying
I be making moves I gotta make them
I don't got space for relations