I'm tryna' bag up on a sack, uh
Ain't talkin' grass, I'm talkin' stacks, nah
I hit the dash, reload it back nigga'
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
I'm tryna' bag yea' up on a sack, uh-huh
Ain't talkin' grass nah, I'm talkin' stacks, what else?
I do the dash, reload it back nigga '
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
Yo, ok
Cash out on a grip one time (cash out)
Me I hold it down I don't need a co-sign
Only got myself and these beats on my line (beats on my line)
Smokin' on this shit you know I'm breathin' that pine
Token black nigga' in the crease of yo' mind (thats me)
Bitches want the dick cause they can see it's divine
So I get to beatin' then be skeetin' on time
Then I get to leavin' gotta' be on my grind baby
I ain't got a dad (nope)
Plus I'm kind sad
And I'm kinda rad (radical)
Man I want a jag (skrt)
And I want them puma's
And them didas' too (gimmie that)
For my lil' niggas'
And my divas too
We want all the pairs
Is you not aware?
We gon' come for it
Put it in your hair
Straight up to yo' noggin'
If you think we plottin'
We want all the smoke
I ain't even tryna
I'm tryna' bag up on a sack, uh
Ain't talkin' grass, I'm talkin' stacks, nah
I hit the dash, reload it back nigga'
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
I'm tryna' bag yea' up on a sack, uh-huh
Ain't talkin' grass nah, I'm talkin' stacks, what else?
I do the dash, reload it back nigga '
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
Cause on the real I ain't goin' out bad yuh'
I'm tryna' be a role model for my past self
And what I'm seeing for my future it be mad well
I just be stickin' to the plan until we cash out
I'm tryna blast and I'm aimin' at my past self
Ain't even mad but I'm comin' for the damn belt
Member' in class man a nigga' never stand out
They did em' bad now I'm bouta pull the bands out
I'm tryna bag I ain't talkin' bout no damn clout
I'm tryna bad niggas' worried bout' the damn pouch
Shit don't be mad you was chillin' on the man couch
And now you sad shit you tryna' pull them xans' out
C'eon - The Bag Lyrics
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I'm tryna' bag up on a sack, uh
Ain't talkin' grass, I'm talkin' stacks, nah
I hit the dash, reload it back nigga'
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
I'm tryna' bag yea' up on a sack, uh-huh
Ain't talkin' grass nah, I'm talkin' stacks, what else?
I do the dash, reload it back nigga '
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
Yo, ok
Cash out on a grip one time (cash out)
Me I hold it down I don't need a co-sign
Only got myself and these beats on my line (beats on my line)
Smokin' on this shit you know I'm breathin' that pine
Token black nigga' in the crease of yo' mind (thats me)
Bitches want the dick cause they can see it's divine
So I get to beatin' then be skeetin' on time
Then I get to leavin' gotta' be on my grind baby
I ain't got a dad (nope)
Plus I'm kind sad
And I'm kinda rad (radical)
Man I want a jag (skrt)
And I want them puma's
And them didas' too (gimmie that)
For my lil' niggas'
And my divas too
We want all the pairs
Is you not aware?
We gon' come for it
Put it in your hair
Straight up to yo' noggin'
If you think we plottin'
We want all the smoke
I ain't even tryna
I'm tryna' bag up on a sack, uh
Ain't talkin' grass, I'm talkin' stacks, nah
I hit the dash, reload it back nigga'
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
I'm tryna' bag yea' up on a sack, uh-huh
Ain't talkin' grass nah, I'm talkin' stacks, what else?
I do the dash, reload it back nigga '
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
Cause on the real I ain't goin' out bad yuh'
I'm tryna' be a role model for my past self
And what I'm seeing for my future it be mad well
I just be stickin' to the plan until we cash out
I'm tryna blast and I'm aimin' at my past self
Ain't even mad but I'm comin' for the damn belt
Member' in class man a nigga' never stand out
They did em' bad now I'm bouta pull the bands out
I'm tryna bag I ain't talkin' bout no damn clout
I'm tryna bad niggas' worried bout' the damn pouch
Shit don't be mad you was chillin' on the man couch
And now you sad shit you tryna' pull them xans' out
Ain't talkin' grass, I'm talkin' stacks, nah
I hit the dash, reload it back nigga'
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
I'm tryna' bag yea' up on a sack, uh-huh
Ain't talkin' grass nah, I'm talkin' stacks, what else?
I do the dash, reload it back nigga '
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
Yo, ok
Cash out on a grip one time (cash out)
Me I hold it down I don't need a co-sign
Only got myself and these beats on my line (beats on my line)
Smokin' on this shit you know I'm breathin' that pine
Token black nigga' in the crease of yo' mind (thats me)
Bitches want the dick cause they can see it's divine
So I get to beatin' then be skeetin' on time
Then I get to leavin' gotta' be on my grind baby
I ain't got a dad (nope)
Plus I'm kind sad
And I'm kinda rad (radical)
Man I want a jag (skrt)
And I want them puma's
And them didas' too (gimmie that)
For my lil' niggas'
And my divas too
We want all the pairs
Is you not aware?
We gon' come for it
Put it in your hair
Straight up to yo' noggin'
If you think we plottin'
We want all the smoke
I ain't even tryna
I'm tryna' bag up on a sack, uh
Ain't talkin' grass, I'm talkin' stacks, nah
I hit the dash, reload it back nigga'
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
I'm tryna' bag yea' up on a sack, uh-huh
Ain't talkin' grass nah, I'm talkin' stacks, what else?
I do the dash, reload it back nigga '
Might have to blast, might have to scrap witcha'
Cause on the real I ain't goin' out bad yuh'
I'm tryna' be a role model for my past self
And what I'm seeing for my future it be mad well
I just be stickin' to the plan until we cash out
I'm tryna blast and I'm aimin' at my past self
Ain't even mad but I'm comin' for the damn belt
Member' in class man a nigga' never stand out
They did em' bad now I'm bouta pull the bands out
I'm tryna bag I ain't talkin' bout no damn clout
I'm tryna bad niggas' worried bout' the damn pouch
Shit don't be mad you was chillin' on the man couch
And now you sad shit you tryna' pull them xans' out
Writer: C'eon Jones
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