Big Quis - I Got The Bag (Nonchalant 2)
(Aye, look)(I found-, look)
(I found, my son mama)
(Sent me some, some, some, some raps)
(You thought you-, you thought you was gone be a rapper, when you grew up?)
(Huh?)
(That boy thought he was gone be a rap-)
(I'm glad he played basketball, 'cause this boy bout' to let us down)
(Look, we found some lyrics, and I'ma show yall right now)
(His mama sent me this)
(When he was in the 6th grade, like he in the 11th grade now)
(When he was in 6th grade, he wrote a rap)
(And, and, I'on know, I never knew he was a rap-)
('Cause he was corny as hell, you was corny as hell to me back then, boy)
(You was like a, You was like a-, You like to play with Ninja Turtles, and trains)
(And stuff like that, like now all of a sudden, you was a rapper)
(But, look)
(I found it)
(I found his rap)
(This was his rap, when he was in 6th grade)
(I'm finna read it to ya-)
(Matter of fact, you rap it, huh)
(Yeah)
(Bag then, I leave)
(Uh)
(I get bag, then I leave)
(Uh)
(Bag then, I leave)
I get a bag when I leave
I get a bag when I dip
We be smokin' all the gas, she be smokin' all the zips
We gone pull up real fast, 'cause he wanna talk shit
But can he really walk that?, I gotta Glock I cock that, yeah yeah
Yeah, Double R, but I ain't no blood
Real real 74, yeah, let's just get that understood
That nigga ain't no gangster, he need to gangbang them books
Fuck MLT, KOSK, nigga how it look, yeah
I'on need to be no gangster, just to have yo' ass shook
Huh, rockin' the all white diamonds, with a all black fit, like it's soot, yeah
I was just stuck in that jam, pull up with a Draco
Talk down on VW, you better lay low
We gone fuck around, give yo' ass a halo
Give you a halo, it's gone be a case closed, yeah
Unfold that Kel-Tec, then I let it fold you again, yeah
We put his body in the river, wait, nobody told you
Just keep it quiet, move in silence
And, we wont do it to you
I get a bag when I leave
I get a bag when I dip
We be smokin' all the gas, she be smokin' all the zips
We gone pull up real fast, 'cause he wanna talk shit
But can he really walk that?, I gotta Glock I cock that, yeah yeah
Yeah, Double R, but I ain't no blood
Real real 74, yeah, let's just get that understood
That nigga ain't no gangster, he need to gangbang them books
Fuck MLT, KOSK, nigga how it look, yeah
(Gostar)
Written by:
Marquis Jeffries
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