CBGM Jay - Bag Talk

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Turn it up
Fuck, fuck all that talking
I'm want a bag, I gotta get it
I'm in the car, with big homie
Bitch we whipping
Ain't responding to these hoes
They be tripping
Whatever Set you claim
Throw it up in vibe with me
Sliding on the opps today
Better stay up out the way
Young niggas, they don't play
Pull up with that fucking K
Let's get it
This that bag talk
This that bag walk
Your bitch in the yo
With her ass out
Shout out my nigga Joe
He drive fast cars
I'm off of Hennessy
I'm on Mars now
Back to the rapping
These niggas be capping
Niggas be talking
This shit could get tragic
Not talking about mouth
But my niggas trapmatics
Don't fuck with these niggas
They off of the acid
These niggas not gangsta
They really be plastic
He was talking that shit
Now he all in the casket
Had to pass that lil' hoe
Cause that lil' bitch was ratchet
That Fuck nigga mad
But he don't want no static
Don't diss me
We all about action
Woah, woah
Country Boy Get money
This that bag talk
This that bag walk
Fuck, fuck all that talking
I'm want a bag, I gotta get it
I'm in the car, with big homie, bitch we whipping
Ain't responding to these hoes, they be tripping
Whatever Set you claim,
Throw it up in vibe with me
Sliding on the opps today
Better stay up out the way
Young niggas, they don't play
Pull up with that fucking K
Let's get it
C B G M JAY
Don't fuck with these hoes,
Just go get a bag
She used to laugh,
Now she wanna smash
I see through these niggas just like some glass
Hop in the whip and I just do the dash
She calling me hubby,
We moving too fast
I know that that they plotting,
I got the heat and the dash
I see the opps and I just hit the gas
Your girl hear this song and she throwing that ass
Woah, your lil' bitch she let me smash
Your lil' bitch she let me smash
Yeah, she like when I hit from the back
She like when I hit from the back
She let me do it for free
She let me do it for free
She ain't even want the bands
She ain't even want the band
She said she my biggest fan
She said she my biggest fan
I tried to give her a back
Woah
So don't have smoke with me
Smoke
We gone turn you to a pack
Fuck, fuck all that talking
I'm want a bag, I gotta get it
I'm in the car with big homie bitch we whipping
Ain't responding to these hoes, they be tripping
Whatever Set you claim
Throw it up in vibe with me
Sliding eon the opps today
Better stay up out the way
Young niggas, they don't play
Pull up with that fucking K
Let's get it

Written by:
James Garrett

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