4 da gang - bag szn lyrics
[intro: babyfxce e]
yeah
it’s with an x, n*gga
fxce (otismadeit)
yeah
i’m right by that blue store, yeah, hey
once you pull up to that blue store, n*gga, make— hold on
once you pull up to that blue store, n*gga, make a l—
yeah, hey
[verse 1: babyfxce e]
once you pass that blue store, go ‘head, make a left
he got his check, then he came to me, now he back in debt
done shoppin’ at the set, i’m only goin’ to oss
before a micro drac’, n*gga, we only had an old*ass tec
i’m talkin’ ’bout the one that fold up
do your dirt by yourself, ’cause n*ggas fold up (on god)
i ain’t buy no bottlе for you n*ggas, turn the hoes up
i got a n*gga’s stash on right now, count my clothes up
scat f*ck thе roads up (uh*huh)
i sent her ass a thousand, you just got her toes done (lame)
keep my shooter with me just in case your nose run
yeah, he’ll wipe a n*gga nose if i tell him somethin’
[verse 2: bag szn]
ayy, f*ck all them freaky*ass texts, b*tch, show me somethin’ (show me somethin’)
you a broke*ass n*gga, you ain’t got a hundred
turn a scat to a striker, he left the engine runnin’
bags in, facetimed his b*tch, yeah, we onto somethin’
i’m right by that one store, yeah
once you pull up to that one store, you gotta— yeah
once you pull up to that one store, you gotta hit a— yeah, aight, look
once you see that dollar store, you gotta bust a left
bro finna do a n*gga foul, he went and grabbed the tec
broke n*gga tryna beef with me, you need a bigger check
i just came for her throat, she can keep the s*x
i might hit her later
i’m finna slide to the d for ‘za, i need some new flavors
if you add up my ‘fit, grab a calculator
this b*tch always got somethin’ to say, she a great debater
grab the rose when we f*ck, she a m*st*rbator
you don’t feed a bad b*tch fast food, take her ass to capers
he be cappin’ in his raps, he a pump*faker
i be takin’ chances for these racks, i’m a risk*taker
this a louis, not a gucci, this belt eight*fifty
810, this a jungle, i got some apes with me
same n*ggas i was broke with gettin’ pape’ with me
left the glock at the house, i got the drac’ with me
and i’m in this b*tch off the x like i got fxce with me
all these weapons in the car, i got a case with me
bro just crashed off in a scat, he tryna race with me
yeah, brodie pulled up in a scat, he tryna— yeah
[outro: bag szn]
it’s big bags, n*gga
what up, fxce?
this b*tch hard
for the gang, n*gga
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