Bag Up

Real ass nigga give a fuck about these bitches
Couple different hoes wanna grant my wishes
Dive up in that pussy dick first I ain't licking
She suck my shit dry this the same bitch you be kissing
Same group of niggas who I been wit since them school days
Finna run it up 5k , finna get paid
Young nigga showing OGs how to kick game
Say you getting money but that ain’t
What yo bitch say
I could show you how to get paid like 6 ways , that's just off the top of my noggin French braids
Won't French yo bitch but l’ll dress her like a French maid
Eating French toast but the syrup in my lemonade

[double cups and I'm pouring act up
Young nigga finna run a bag up
Couple niggas wit me and they keep a mac tucked
Can't control my niggas if they wanna act up]

Imma young nigga I'm just tryna get mi bag up
City on mi shoulders like feet when you beat the cat up
Young nigga icy than December in Nebraska
Make the pack jump , kangaroo up in the trap-pah
Can't fuck wit the bacon like I'm asalamuh lakaam
All these bitches loyal til the gang pull up
And take em , money falling out my pockets cherries on a generation , I see these niggas think this shit a game play station
Bitch I been that nigga
Only thing that's different now my bag a lil bigger
Love up in the streets like a crossing guard nigga
Talking all that shit we'll pull ya calling card nigga
You the same nigga can’t afford to get yo phone on
I’m the same nigga spend yo rent just to smoke on
You smoking home grown , my shit top shelf like where guns go
Hop on any beat and turn that shit into a lunchable

Bet not to try to take my guap , boy I don't got time to fight
Niggas upping pipe and spark leave you fighting for yo life
You ain’t scaring no one wit that fake gun , claim you sending shots well let's see if you can take sooommmmeeee

Bitches call me Fresh
I just call myself up next , my niggas calling me collect , I answer just to ease my stress this backwood beating on my chest , I told her blow me like a breath she sucked a nigga like a breast , I came and fucked her then she left

Really tho I kicked her out , and I know that shit ain't right
Pussy wetter than a yacht , but I only want one night
Didn't want me when I walked , now she ride me like a bike
Do a hunnid in the car , I ain’t stopping at no lights
Got yo bitch wit me we fried , and she want you out her life said you ain't got yo money right , she want a nigga wit a bag , I'm finna leave this busser sad , can't get a Franklin or a Jack , I fuck and drop her like some act , facts

[double cups and I'm pouring act up
Young nigga finna run a bag up
Couple niggas wit me and they keep a mac tucked
Can't control my niggas if they wanna act up]