My young nigga's stepping hard loaded wit dem K's
Even thou my shxt 200 shxt can go 400 ways
I'm like Tom Brady in the field been goin play for play
I been trappin geekin on a bean been rolling for 3 days
In the kitchen trippin bout to break my wrist all in the pot
Have not cop'd a coupe I'm tryna smash it out the lot
On the block servin licks tryna run my up a knot
I just f*ck on that lil hoe so I can trap out her spot
Wats yo skill set
I keep that kill tech
I sip that real red
So high I feel dead
Get a whip just to match wit the fitt
Can't fall out bout no bitch
Real street nigga ain't no snitch
Coolent wit a dick on a stick
Sack on me like I'm fresh off a lick
Came up off a dime and a Nick
Good gas on me shit litt
Ionkno her but she already hit
Get a beil ima flip shit quick
Loft up might take yo bitch
Juiced up got sauce got drip
Can wit a grip on my hip
Door swangin bitch I'm trappin
That bag in
Junkies callin me horrassin
I'm taxin
Make it disappear like magic
No cappin
Lincoln Washington or Franklin Even Jackson
(Bitch I Got That Bag In)
Ain't no flaggin
If you trippin off the ticket give it back then
Don't have no reaction ima make it happen
Next time you swing my door to shop just know I'm taxin
Bitch I trap no cap 'n
I just got that sack in
Racing to them back ends
F*ck it do the dash in
Got the prices goin cheaper just to bring them racks in
Bad lik senurita wanted me to beat her back in
As I'm rollin thru the O
All I know go get that doe
Get that thang and let it go
I ain't got time for no hoe
Rollin woods got me gone
Junkies won't leave me alone chunkin boulders at the feds nigga mutha f*ck a stone
Bitch I got it on my mind
Keep it on me all the time
She was asking for some liquor
Poor a deuce I want some lines
Hit yo blunt I'm not impressed
P.O. Kno I smoke the best
Ask me how I got a check
Cappin juugin & Finesse
Door swangin bitch I'm trappin
That bag in
Junkies callin me harrassin'
I'm taxin
Make it disappear like magic
No cappin
Lincoln Washington or Franklin Even Jackson
(Bitch I Got That Bag In)
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My young nigga's stepping hard loaded wit dem K's
Even thou my shxt 200 shxt can go 400 ways
I'm like Tom Brady in the field been goin play for play
I been trappin geekin on a bean been rolling for 3 days
In the kitchen trippin bout to break my wrist all in the pot
Have not cop'd a coupe I'm tryna smash it out the lot
On the block servin licks tryna run my up a knot
I just f*ck on that lil hoe so I can trap out her spot
Wats yo skill set
I keep that kill tech
I sip that real red
So high I feel dead
Get a whip just to match wit the fitt
Can't fall out bout no bitch
Real street nigga ain't no snitch
Coolent wit a dick on a stick
Sack on me like I'm fresh off a lick
Came up off a dime and a Nick
Good gas on me shit litt
Ionkno her but she already hit
Get a beil ima flip shit quick
Loft up might take yo bitch
Juiced up got sauce got drip
Can wit a grip on my hip
Door swangin bitch I'm trappin
That bag in
Junkies callin me horrassin
I'm taxin
Make it disappear like magic
No cappin
Lincoln Washington or Franklin Even Jackson
(Bitch I Got That Bag In)
Ain't no flaggin
If you trippin off the ticket give it back then
Don't have no reaction ima make it happen
Next time you swing my door to shop just know I'm taxin
Bitch I trap no cap 'n
I just got that sack in
Racing to them back ends
F*ck it do the dash in
Got the prices goin cheaper just to bring them racks in
Bad lik senurita wanted me to beat her back in
As I'm rollin thru the O
All I know go get that doe
Get that thang and let it go
I ain't got time for no hoe
Rollin woods got me gone
Junkies won't leave me alone chunkin boulders at the feds nigga mutha f*ck a stone
Bitch I got it on my mind
Keep it on me all the time
She was asking for some liquor
Poor a deuce I want some lines
Hit yo blunt I'm not impressed
P.O. Kno I smoke the best
Ask me how I got a check
Cappin juugin & Finesse
Door swangin bitch I'm trappin
That bag in
Junkies callin me harrassin'
I'm taxin
Make it disappear like magic
No cappin
Lincoln Washington or Franklin Even Jackson
(Bitch I Got That Bag In)
Even thou my shxt 200 shxt can go 400 ways
I'm like Tom Brady in the field been goin play for play
I been trappin geekin on a bean been rolling for 3 days
In the kitchen trippin bout to break my wrist all in the pot
Have not cop'd a coupe I'm tryna smash it out the lot
On the block servin licks tryna run my up a knot
I just f*ck on that lil hoe so I can trap out her spot
Wats yo skill set
I keep that kill tech
I sip that real red
So high I feel dead
Get a whip just to match wit the fitt
Can't fall out bout no bitch
Real street nigga ain't no snitch
Coolent wit a dick on a stick
Sack on me like I'm fresh off a lick
Came up off a dime and a Nick
Good gas on me shit litt
Ionkno her but she already hit
Get a beil ima flip shit quick
Loft up might take yo bitch
Juiced up got sauce got drip
Can wit a grip on my hip
Door swangin bitch I'm trappin
That bag in
Junkies callin me horrassin
I'm taxin
Make it disappear like magic
No cappin
Lincoln Washington or Franklin Even Jackson
(Bitch I Got That Bag In)
Ain't no flaggin
If you trippin off the ticket give it back then
Don't have no reaction ima make it happen
Next time you swing my door to shop just know I'm taxin
Bitch I trap no cap 'n
I just got that sack in
Racing to them back ends
F*ck it do the dash in
Got the prices goin cheaper just to bring them racks in
Bad lik senurita wanted me to beat her back in
As I'm rollin thru the O
All I know go get that doe
Get that thang and let it go
I ain't got time for no hoe
Rollin woods got me gone
Junkies won't leave me alone chunkin boulders at the feds nigga mutha f*ck a stone
Bitch I got it on my mind
Keep it on me all the time
She was asking for some liquor
Poor a deuce I want some lines
Hit yo blunt I'm not impressed
P.O. Kno I smoke the best
Ask me how I got a check
Cappin juugin & Finesse
Door swangin bitch I'm trappin
That bag in
Junkies callin me harrassin'
I'm taxin
Make it disappear like magic
No cappin
Lincoln Washington or Franklin Even Jackson
(Bitch I Got That Bag In)
Writer: Joshua Johnson
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