Bags

She's the kind to make a man stare
Like in front of his wife with his kids all there
Rare
Never practiced in the mirror just born with it
Pick a man's soul take control get bored with it
Kick him out cold dump his ass hit the door with it
Suicide sad now he's headed to the morgue with it
You provide bags you could maybe get a tour with it
But you won't keep shit
Please believe it
That's the cycle
An actual psycho
The type I like though so I just might roll
One joint two joints take the night slow
She hints she needs love
She wants free drugs
But I've been through that
So I don't do that
Now move that cool ass to all these smooth raps
And run that game like you're Alex Trebek
It's why you lying
Never I love you back
She's a player its a game she could still forget your name
Don't you dare believe a single word she's saying
Look your mom wasn't wrong all that gang shit's bad
But act like a Crip
Don't ignore the red flags
She's a player its a game she could still forget your name
Don't you dare believe a single word she's saying
Look your mom wasn't wrong all that gang shit's bad
But act like a Crip
Don't ignore the red flags

Bags for the trip
Cash for the strip
Keep them real hard like crack when I whip
Lit like a cig
Can't find the Bic
Getting fucked up, yeah first round pick
Bags for the trip
Cash for the strip
Keep them real hard like crack when I whip
Lit like a cig
Can't find the Bic
Getting fucked up, yeah first round pick
Bags for the trip
Cash for the strip
Keep them real hard like crack when I whip
Lit like a cig
Can't find the Bic
Getting fucked up, yeah first round pick
Bags for the trip
Cash for the strip
Keep them real hard like crack when I whip
Lit like a cig
Can't find the Bic
Getting fucked up, yeah first round pick

She can make a rich man poor
Next in the soup line begging for some more
Born
With all the assets
High like Nasdaq
Wish you had that
Won't respond unless buy her Snapchat
1 line, 2 line, she won't pass that
But you won't find out
Tell you no more than Amy Winehouse
Queen
Gold in her teeth and a bra full of green
Obscene like a scene from a Tarantino flick (killing it)
Rolling C-notes, blowing smoke in the El Camino stick
Skip
Everything irrelevant
Not too benevolent
You could really get a clip
Here's a tip, get a grip, take a sip, over it
If you're bad do a dance, shake it like a polar pic
If you're bad do a dance, shake it like a polar pic
If you're bad do a dance, shake it like a polar pic
Shake it like a polar pic
Shake it like a polar pic
Shake it
Shake it
Shake it
Shake it

Bags for the trip
Cash for the strip
Keep them real hard like crack when I whip
Lit like a cig
Can't find the Bic
Getting fucked up, yeah first round pick
Bags for the trip
Cash for the strip
Keep them real hard like crack when I whip
Lit like a cig
Can't find the Bic
Getting fucked up, yeah first round pick
Bags for the trip
Cash for the strip
Keep them real hard like crack when I whip
Lit like a cig
Can't find the Bic
Getting fucked up, yeah first round pick
Bags for the trip
Cash for the strip
Keep them real hard like crack when I whip
Lit like a cig
Can't find the Bic
Getting fucked up, yeah first round pick



Credits
Writer(s): Jose Saldivar
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