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Bag Talk (feat. NoEra) Video (MV)




Performed By: Glatz
Length: 4:06
Written by: Amir Lester, Michael Glatzmayer




Glatz - Bag Talk (feat. NoEra) Lyrics




Uh uh all in my bag I just been layin low tryna stack it for the week
Uh plug hit my phone he said he got some gas and he serving for the cheap
Uh ion get sleep lately been feeling like that sh*t really for the weak
Uh aint talking money, then what you talking for ion wanna hear you speak
They say that pressure bust pipes, that pressure bring the best outta me
I'm top 3 on the mic, I aint number 2, I aint number 3
Im outta mind outta sight, ask em how it feel to be under me
Lord please make me like mike, and separate me from these wannabes

We took the hardaway aint have me a penny my pockets was skinny
Remember them harder days, Im bout to stack plenty for times we aint have any
Just tryna dodge the hate, cuz I peep the vibe they jealous and envy
They said they was with me and now they against me
I dont f*ck with many, lil bruh I aint friendly
Big bag, stack that shit up get em big mad
Ima hop in the gini and zig zag
When your mind on a milli can't kick back
Uh uh eat or you starve
Money bring power, respect and the broads
I had to go against all of the odds
Hoping and praying that I play my cards right
I was up working like all night
Tryna turn Hanes to off white
I cant fumble hold the ball tight
Put my neck on ice don't get frostbite
Big backwood fill it up with grams
Sh*t got hard didn't go as planned
I was down bad couldn't get a hand
Young man with a million dolla plan uh
Yea smoking on loud I cant hear the hate
How being real don't cost a dime but they fake
Why they don't show love until its too late
Been knew I wasnt average before I was eight
Foot smashing the gas I don't touch the brakes
Can hear em in my rearview yelling wait
I rolled down my window and tell em I'm straight!

Uh uh all in my bag I just been layin low tryna stack it for the week
Uh plug hit my phone he said he got some gas and he serving for the cheap
Uh ion get sleep lately been feeling like that sh*t really for the weak
Uh aint talking money, then what you talking for ion wanna hear you speak
They say that pressure bust pipes, that pressure bring the best out of me
I'm top 3 on the mic, I aint number 2 I aint number 3
Im outta mind outta sight, ask em how it feel to be under me
Lord please make me like mike, and separate me from these wannabes

Lord please separate me from wannabes
I'm looking down at the n*ggas who wanna be
Yea I heard your sh*t tryna sound like me
Cant get it right now you tight only 1 of me
I told mama chill to put trust in me
Now I got 50s and 100s in front of me
Behind my back it aint never in front of me
They wasnt stuntin me, now they in love with me
Stop that shit, why y'all so toxic
Now I numb my pain with these exotics
But most of y'all flawgin
Can't talk to y'all only talking to logic
You fool or maybe pro tools
I just hopped in the game now I'm changing the rules
And now my neck wet like a muf**king pool
I just got to the bag, had to step up the jewels
I'm smoking that gas, I aint smoking no juul
Now they kissing my a*s like a muf**king stool
Wasnt there from the start, now they act like we cool
Weirdos
Only f*ck with them top tier h*es
She aint a 10 I aint near those
We do not fear those
N*ggas they talk, we don't hear those
We got some sh*t that got cure those
Nah elevate, elevate
Higher self, meditate
Mic on, far gone let my soul resinate
Tell it straight, tell it straight
Time to set the record
Mama I get money give a f*ck bout what the teacher

Uh uh all in my bag I just been layin low tryna stack it for the week
Uh plug hit my phone he said he got some gas and he serving for the cheap
Uh ion get sleep lately been feeling like that sh*t really for the weak
Uh aint talking money, then what you talking for ion wanna hear you speak
They say that pressure bust pipes, that pressure bring the best out of me
I'm top 3 on the mic, I aint number 2 I aint number 3
Im outta mind outta sight, ask em how it feel to be under me
Lord please make me like mike, and separate me from these wannabes
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Uh uh all in my bag I just been layin low tryna stack it for the week
Uh plug hit my phone he said he got some gas and he serving for the cheap
Uh ion get sleep lately been feeling like that sh*t really for the weak
Uh aint talking money, then what you talking for ion wanna hear you speak
They say that pressure bust pipes, that pressure bring the best outta me
I'm top 3 on the mic, I aint number 2, I aint number 3
Im outta mind outta sight, ask em how it feel to be under me
Lord please make me like mike, and separate me from these wannabes

We took the hardaway aint have me a penny my pockets was skinny
Remember them harder days, Im bout to stack plenty for times we aint have any
Just tryna dodge the hate, cuz I peep the vibe they jealous and envy
They said they was with me and now they against me
I dont f*ck with many, lil bruh I aint friendly
Big bag, stack that shit up get em big mad
Ima hop in the gini and zig zag
When your mind on a milli can't kick back
Uh uh eat or you starve
Money bring power, respect and the broads
I had to go against all of the odds
Hoping and praying that I play my cards right
I was up working like all night
Tryna turn Hanes to off white
I cant fumble hold the ball tight
Put my neck on ice don't get frostbite
Big backwood fill it up with grams
Sh*t got hard didn't go as planned
I was down bad couldn't get a hand
Young man with a million dolla plan uh
Yea smoking on loud I cant hear the hate
How being real don't cost a dime but they fake
Why they don't show love until its too late
Been knew I wasnt average before I was eight
Foot smashing the gas I don't touch the brakes
Can hear em in my rearview yelling wait
I rolled down my window and tell em I'm straight!

Uh uh all in my bag I just been layin low tryna stack it for the week
Uh plug hit my phone he said he got some gas and he serving for the cheap
Uh ion get sleep lately been feeling like that sh*t really for the weak
Uh aint talking money, then what you talking for ion wanna hear you speak
They say that pressure bust pipes, that pressure bring the best out of me
I'm top 3 on the mic, I aint number 2 I aint number 3
Im outta mind outta sight, ask em how it feel to be under me
Lord please make me like mike, and separate me from these wannabes

Lord please separate me from wannabes
I'm looking down at the n*ggas who wanna be
Yea I heard your sh*t tryna sound like me
Cant get it right now you tight only 1 of me
I told mama chill to put trust in me
Now I got 50s and 100s in front of me
Behind my back it aint never in front of me
They wasnt stuntin me, now they in love with me
Stop that shit, why y'all so toxic
Now I numb my pain with these exotics
But most of y'all flawgin
Can't talk to y'all only talking to logic
You fool or maybe pro tools
I just hopped in the game now I'm changing the rules
And now my neck wet like a muf**king pool
I just got to the bag, had to step up the jewels
I'm smoking that gas, I aint smoking no juul
Now they kissing my a*s like a muf**king stool
Wasnt there from the start, now they act like we cool
Weirdos
Only f*ck with them top tier h*es
She aint a 10 I aint near those
We do not fear those
N*ggas they talk, we don't hear those
We got some sh*t that got cure those
Nah elevate, elevate
Higher self, meditate
Mic on, far gone let my soul resinate
Tell it straight, tell it straight
Time to set the record
Mama I get money give a f*ck bout what the teacher

Uh uh all in my bag I just been layin low tryna stack it for the week
Uh plug hit my phone he said he got some gas and he serving for the cheap
Uh ion get sleep lately been feeling like that sh*t really for the weak
Uh aint talking money, then what you talking for ion wanna hear you speak
They say that pressure bust pipes, that pressure bring the best out of me
I'm top 3 on the mic, I aint number 2 I aint number 3
Im outta mind outta sight, ask em how it feel to be under me
Lord please make me like mike, and separate me from these wannabes
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Writer: Amir Lester, Michael Glatzmayer
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