Lil Jay Wop - Bag Talk (feat. T-Nash)

I'm a dope boy, I'm a fly boy
I be playing with them big toys
Catch me in the 6, swerving lanes
I be riding 'round in that Benz truck
Pussy niggas if you wanna act up, Glock 40, keep that thing tucked
And put my heart in this shit, I got codeine in my damn cup
'Fore you take my chain, nigga, you know that's some shit I'ma die for
Feeling fuckin' faded off this codeine, gotta see the doctor
Got something for a nigga, who really tryna act up
Niggas know where they can find me
With my bad bitch right behind me
And I'm never rocking on that Hilfiger, but you know a nigga keep a Tommy
And my bitch so bad
When she hit the gas, got her leaning like a zombie
And my whip too fast
When I do the dash, all my niggas catching bodies
Yeah we up now
I'm tryna cop mom a bust down
That's a fact
It's either rapping or flipping these packs
I got some homies that's stuck in the back
I keep a Draco, this shit in my lap
We gone get life, we get caught with these straps
But I cannot lack so better get back
Never forget when these niggas all counted me out
I had to go and just hop in my bag and show all my haters just what I'm about
And if you broke, and you hate on a nigga, then boy just shut yo' motherfuckin' mouth
I just wanna buy my momma a house
Million dollars laid up right on the couch
And I'm a savage
Smoking on that cat piss
I get green, no cabbage
And I'm always with a bad bitch
Don't compare me to none of these pussies
I am a vet and these niggas is rookies
Stay to myself and just smoke on this cookie
100 racks if you niggas wanna book me, yeah
I'm a dope boy, I'm a fly boy
I be playing with them big toys
Catch me in the 6, swerving lanes
I be riding 'round in that Benz truck
Pussy niggas if you wanna act up, Glock 40, keep that thing tucked
And put my heart in this shit, I got codeine in my damn cup
'Fore you take my chain, nigga, you know that's some shit I'ma die for
Feeling fuckin' faded off this codeine, gotta see the doctor
Got something for a nigga, who really tryna act up
I heard these pussy niggas looking for me
Don't really fuck with these niggas, they bummy
Don't really know what these bitches want from me
I was in the trap house selling nickels and bags now we getting money
She see my cuban link and my bling shining on me
Now, she wanna call me honey
What you lookin at lil dummy
You niggas broke while we getting money
Nigga
Fuck you, don't act like you know me
I take yo' bitch from you just like you owe me
We was in the trenches eating noodles
Now we making hits like we making voodoo
All my niggas be high off that percs
Nigga, you know we be smoking that cookie
Nigga, I'm blessed
You a fuckin rookie
Fuck the cops and kill the opps
They know we don't play at all
Have my savage pull up on yo' block, bitch you can't even run
Do this for my family nigga
We just tryna have some fun
If I see a opp, I swear to god I'ma dump it
From the trenches, gotta grind so hard before you make it
Empty plates, no food to eat
Got holes in your stomach
40 on a Benz truck
Got racks in my pocket
High up in the sky cause we be smoking on that sticky, bitch
I'm a dope boy, I'm a fly boy
I be playing with them big toys
Catch me in the 6, swerving lanes
I be riding 'round in that Benz truck
Pussy niggas if you wanna act up, Glock 40, keep that thing tucked
And put my heart in this shit, I got codeine in my damn cup
'Fore you take my chain, nigga, you know that's some shit I'ma die for
Feeling fuckin' faded off this codeine, gotta see the doctor
Got something for a nigga, who really tryna act up

Written by:
Joshua Hoff, Wynston Goodridge

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