Chiller Tribe Mosy - Head Ass(the Bag)

Aye, haha, head ass
Chiller, hahah
Aye get a look at this nigga man
Ol ima go get the bag head ass
Mosy, turn me up
Ayeee
Ol ima go get the bag head ass
I got some racks ina stash head ass
Car got the digi dash.
Hop in that bih then I dip
She wanna fuck wita pimp
Pep in my step notta limp
Riddin around witta tyedye bandanna I play the guitar like Santa
Mary Jane molly and Hannah Montana I’m pourin codeine ina Fanta
Just bought a whip and it’s not a two seater I hadda upgrade from that beater
Slim thick lil redbone she bad I don’t need her
Come wit that drama I’ll leave her
Chill wit some white boys like leave it to beaver
Throw me that pussy I beat it like cleaver
Throw me the rock and I ball like the clippers
Gotta line up barber got some new clippers
Drippin too hard all this splashing can’t miss her
I took yo girl now you miss her
Wait, eww don’t kiss her
Extra sloppy wit the toppy
Four k Hd they gone watch me
You didn’t believe but watch me
Ol ima go get the bag head ass
I got some racks ina stash head ass
Car got the digi dash
Hop in that bih then I dip
Throw that butt back if you thick
Like a candle bitch I’m lit!
Cirque du sole with the flips
Thanking god because I’m rich
Mason Marangellas or Boost 700s I might rock em mismatch
Call up da tribe like a dispatch
I take yo chick you won’t get back
All in her mouth like a tictac
Told her I need me a break like a KitKat I got da lyrics like syntax
Pick up a pack and I’m gone tax
Bitch I’m too clean like some Ajax
Hop out the coup
Like BatMan
And I be rocking all black
She wanna throw that shit back
I’m finna hit it like bats
My Tribe be running up racks
You online sending out threats
Yo girl be sending me cute texts
Ol ima go get the bag head ass
I got some racks ina stash head ass
Car got the digi dash
Hop in that bih then I dip
Throw that butt back if you thick
Like a candle bitch I’m lit!
Cirque du sole with the flips
Thanking god because I’m rich
My jordan’s be dripping my chick got extensions
I hit from the back and I pull em she trippin
New David Yurman It make her forget em
Flex ona hater no gym
Ballin like curry n them
Killin off rappers like battle royal
Woke up like dis and I don’t een know how
Call up the plug and they pullin up now
Only blue hunnids no change on me now
Don’t like to wait bitch I need it rite now
Check da technique but can’t copy my style
On my own wave and I been here a while
Vibe wit the tribe we savage we wild
Boy I’m too hot bouta sweat needa towel
Hit Gucci store and Jay Walk down the isles
Don’t want the hoe cuz that pussy got miles
Hate be hind back but in person they smiles
We cannot chill if you’re two faced
I am not human a new race
Hit the blunt and goto deep space
Gone

Written by:
MOSIAH IJAH

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