Frito Rackz - Bag Song Lyrics

Ever since a youngin', bitch, I've been about my pay
Big spender, all these niggas wanna do is hate I'm the one that get it off, bitch, I'm never
Late Really package cookies up, you be movin' shake
Sorento sneaks, boy, these shoes, got no lace
None of my niggas leave without the blick
Bitch, you can't take it on one chillin' in a scat to the boys' chase us
Never want your thot that hoe basic I keep Bows, everybody know who Frito is
Big bang, Santa Claus, I treat y'all kids I like my girls, loose as f*ck, he gotta
Leash on his And you ain't gettin' paid for real, why you be on this? I could never care about a loose bitch
Took your bitch to Arby's, boy, you see our coupes and Ruth, Chris
Really tripped since diapers, you already know this
Real concealed packs in we don't glue shit
Ever since a youngin', bitch, I've been about my pay
Big spender, all these niggas wanna do is hate I'm the one that get it off, bitch, I'm never
Late Really package cookies up, you be movin' shake
I ain't the type to be worried, cause I know I'ma get the bag gone
Can't be loose around niggas, they get the math wrong
Starin' at a lot of bows, call this shit, the bag song
Thought I paid that ticket, nah that's just some shit I tax on
Ribs hurt, bad as hell, I just crashed the whip
And I don't really like to fight, it'll come off my hip
You're goofy if you think I leave without my stick
Throwin ones in the club, on all the hoes Throwin plays in the field like an Audible
Say he cheat too much, I need a honor roll
Why you think he favorite Clio he ain't Connor bro.
Yea he ain't Conner bro