Cheque Lowkks - Big Bag

In Upper county catch me riding with my Ese's
Couple of em shooters
Couple of em writing essays
Knowledge Over Money CAE the fucking the Sensei
Huh Huh Yea
You know what the fuck is up
I got more dough than Upper Crust
You talkin shit then imma have to hit em' with a uppercut
I be on the up n up
Roll it up come puff with us
You only mad kuz you know that your hyna wants to suck us up
Training in The Dungeon with a gunman
Karma cuts it up
Gassing on this beat
Other dudes can barely fill up
Had to come and bless em like a Reverend or a Bishop
This ganga is getting lit up
Some will cough and spit up
Ima have to leave em with a cross like a Phillips
Blackjack 21, Hit me I wont ever fold
Born inside a freezer that's the reason that I'm hella cold
Raised up in the 90's why my soul is looking hella old
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Always smoking on pressure
Boy im talking Big Bags
If you aint got you money up better get back
Fuck all the chit chat
Riding round town with my Goons
Get yo shit clapped
Load another clip back
Fuck Sleep
I'm always in the streets
Only time I'm in the sheets
When I'm clapping on cheeks
If it ain't bout the muthafucking money
I don't know then
You the type to flop before the turn like Texas hold 'em
Flowing like a river
Yea my stomach getting bigger
That's what happens when you only eat steak and shrimp for dinner
Just young city slicker
Coming out that Upper County
Seven Six fucking Oh
I'll represent it proudly
Like damn where the day go
Awful lot of syrup that's inside that cup of faygo
Got a 8 ball on the table
Couple bitches out the stable
Yea I keep em on the payroll
But that neck stay wet or it's on to next
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Ugh Ima mutha fucking legend
Seven Six Oh so you better pay attention
I got 28 grams in a zip
I put 36 zips in key
I Got 16 loaded in the clip
Only need One round then you see the blood drip
Ugh
This that West Side killa Cali flow shit
This the type of music that we kicking down the door with
Catch me riding through the city in a hatch back
Hat black
Snap back
Hit em with a bap bap
Where the fuck my cash at
Reaching for my backpack
Trynna grip the damn strap
Sparking like a damn match
Fake left
Then I hit em up with a right
I'm from straight up out the jungle
Out here creeping In the night
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big bag
Ion even push weight
I just smoke it to the face
That's a quarter P a day Aye
Big muthafucking bag
Cheque Lowkks

Written by:
Cheque Lowkks, Esequiel Ramirez

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