B.A.G. (feat. Pella daGoat)
Yes, sir are you still there
Say Scott!
Sit down, man. Make another call. Get us one
I was just checking to see if there had been a silent register on my side
Scheme team! Get em
Pendo, killed the beat
Man, I thought I lost it till I came down to Valdosta
And my boy Bird taught me a new swag
Now I got a bag
I thought I really lost it till I showed up at Valdosta
And my Kracker Bird taught me a new swag
Now I got a bag
Bitcoins and these money packs
Grey flags and these body bags
Duffle bags and toe tags
And I ain't really tryna brag
I'ma do what I'ma do
And I always keep it true
And I'm standing ten toes down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back to the basics, baby, I finally made it
Motherfucker looking at me
But shawty, you looking at the greatest
Ayy, why y'all fucking with me
Please get off of my dick
I swear that I'm the shit
Probably gon' wipe a bitch down
I ain't ever gave no fuck about nothing
I swear to God, I'm with the pound
On the pound
Got them zoes, they moving pounds
Yeah, y'all see me
Boy, I swear I'm 3-D
And boy, I swear I love this shit
Matter of fact, G.7 put that bitch on repeat
Like, ayy, yeah, you know I thought I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
And my boy Bird taught me a new swag
Now I got a bag
Boy, I swear I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
And Bird taught me a new swag
Now I swear I got a bag
Counting coins, counting coins, and making money packs
Y'all think y'all bad, but y'all ain't bad
Y'all bitches running back
I'm on top, talking about that T.O.P
Motherfucker looking at me like
Ayy, Pella, please just stop, no stopping me
I ain't never seen this shit
I swear to God, I think I'm dreaming
I'm living with these demons
They in my head and screaming
And now I'm back on scene
Like, what it do? I'm Justin Greene
It's nice to meet you motherfuckers
Please get the fuck up off my team
Yeah, I swear I thought I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
And my boy Bird taught me a new swag
Bitch, yeah, I got a bag
Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me
And they can't fuck with me
I'm untouchable, but luckily, now I got that bag
I don't even know no more
Looking at the top like it's the floor
Everybody looking around like
Please just get out the way he gots to go
I don't even know no more
Swear to God, I'm looking at the top like it's the floor
But I stand on top like the top was gone
Now I'm back up in my zone
Boy, I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
With G.7 and my boy Bird
And now I got a bag
Yeah, you know I thought I lost it
But I showed up in Valdosta
We got Crook, D.C.
We got Bird, G.7, and Brad
I don't give no fuck about nothing, boy
I'm in this, bitch, don't push my buttons
I swear to God that I'll do this shit, but I don't do no frontin
And matter of fact, if you think you want it, boy
I'm looking at you like you do not want this shit
I promise you won't ever get my swag
Boy, I know you thought I lost it
But I showed up in Valdosta
We got Brock and we got everybody in this
Bitch, gon' brag
I don't give no fuck about nothing, boy
Y'all really wanna get it
Y'all can get it
Can not touch me, boy
You'll never get my swag
Thought I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
Now my boy Bird taught me endless swag
And bitch, now I got a bag
Yeah, you know I thought I lost it
But I showed up in Valdosta
With G.7 and D.C. and Bird
And now we got a bag, bitch
Back up, back up, please
I swear I got a bag
And that bag gon' do trapeze
And y'all ain't never seen this shit
Because y'all trappin', not trappin' me
I ain't never gave no fuck about nothin
And I don't do no cappin
See, I'm about that money, baby
You ain't taking from me, baby
People like, oh my God
Is that white boy over there so crazy
They only mad, but I'm so skinny
Slim and not Slim Shady
But bitch, I'm kinda shady
Fuck it, when I'm from the 80's
Fuck y'all, talking bout
Well, how much them bonds gon' be there, sir
Well, sir, you do have three class C misdemeanors
Each one of them do hold a $1,200 bond
On each one of them, sir
So that's gonna be $3,600
We'll need to get you on down there to the bonding terminal
And then get you on down here to the Sheriff's Department
Now, sir, all that money will be refunded to you
All at one time, okay, sir
In a cashier's check
Gotcha
Say Scott!
Sit down, man. Make another call. Get us one
I was just checking to see if there had been a silent register on my side
Scheme team! Get em
Pendo, killed the beat
Man, I thought I lost it till I came down to Valdosta
And my boy Bird taught me a new swag
Now I got a bag
I thought I really lost it till I showed up at Valdosta
And my Kracker Bird taught me a new swag
Now I got a bag
Bitcoins and these money packs
Grey flags and these body bags
Duffle bags and toe tags
And I ain't really tryna brag
I'ma do what I'ma do
And I always keep it true
And I'm standing ten toes down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back to the basics, baby, I finally made it
Motherfucker looking at me
But shawty, you looking at the greatest
Ayy, why y'all fucking with me
Please get off of my dick
I swear that I'm the shit
Probably gon' wipe a bitch down
I ain't ever gave no fuck about nothing
I swear to God, I'm with the pound
On the pound
Got them zoes, they moving pounds
Yeah, y'all see me
Boy, I swear I'm 3-D
And boy, I swear I love this shit
Matter of fact, G.7 put that bitch on repeat
Like, ayy, yeah, you know I thought I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
And my boy Bird taught me a new swag
Now I got a bag
Boy, I swear I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
And Bird taught me a new swag
Now I swear I got a bag
Counting coins, counting coins, and making money packs
Y'all think y'all bad, but y'all ain't bad
Y'all bitches running back
I'm on top, talking about that T.O.P
Motherfucker looking at me like
Ayy, Pella, please just stop, no stopping me
I ain't never seen this shit
I swear to God, I think I'm dreaming
I'm living with these demons
They in my head and screaming
And now I'm back on scene
Like, what it do? I'm Justin Greene
It's nice to meet you motherfuckers
Please get the fuck up off my team
Yeah, I swear I thought I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
And my boy Bird taught me a new swag
Bitch, yeah, I got a bag
Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me
And they can't fuck with me
I'm untouchable, but luckily, now I got that bag
I don't even know no more
Looking at the top like it's the floor
Everybody looking around like
Please just get out the way he gots to go
I don't even know no more
Swear to God, I'm looking at the top like it's the floor
But I stand on top like the top was gone
Now I'm back up in my zone
Boy, I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
With G.7 and my boy Bird
And now I got a bag
Yeah, you know I thought I lost it
But I showed up in Valdosta
We got Crook, D.C.
We got Bird, G.7, and Brad
I don't give no fuck about nothing, boy
I'm in this, bitch, don't push my buttons
I swear to God that I'll do this shit, but I don't do no frontin
And matter of fact, if you think you want it, boy
I'm looking at you like you do not want this shit
I promise you won't ever get my swag
Boy, I know you thought I lost it
But I showed up in Valdosta
We got Brock and we got everybody in this
Bitch, gon' brag
I don't give no fuck about nothing, boy
Y'all really wanna get it
Y'all can get it
Can not touch me, boy
You'll never get my swag
Thought I lost it till I showed up in Valdosta
Now my boy Bird taught me endless swag
And bitch, now I got a bag
Yeah, you know I thought I lost it
But I showed up in Valdosta
With G.7 and D.C. and Bird
And now we got a bag, bitch
Back up, back up, please
I swear I got a bag
And that bag gon' do trapeze
And y'all ain't never seen this shit
Because y'all trappin', not trappin' me
I ain't never gave no fuck about nothin
And I don't do no cappin
See, I'm about that money, baby
You ain't taking from me, baby
People like, oh my God
Is that white boy over there so crazy
They only mad, but I'm so skinny
Slim and not Slim Shady
But bitch, I'm kinda shady
Fuck it, when I'm from the 80's
Fuck y'all, talking bout
Well, how much them bonds gon' be there, sir
Well, sir, you do have three class C misdemeanors
Each one of them do hold a $1,200 bond
On each one of them, sir
So that's gonna be $3,600
We'll need to get you on down there to the bonding terminal
And then get you on down here to the Sheriff's Department
Now, sir, all that money will be refunded to you
All at one time, okay, sir
In a cashier's check
Gotcha
Credits
Writer(s): Scotty Venable
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