Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bags , by - Drugrixh HectRelease date: 18.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bags |
| I be on that trap shit, selling bags |
| She ask me what I’m stepping in, bitch, that’s a bag |
| I got a new bankroll, bitch, selling bags |
| I ain’t trying to serve you, nigga, unless you buying bags |
| I be on that trap shit, selling bags |
| Ask me what I’m stepping in, bitch, that’s a bag |
| I got a new bankroll, bitch, selling bags |
| I ain’t trying to serve you, nigga, unless you buying bags, bags, bags |
| 34, Herschel Walker, I want for my bags |
| Run them things across the border and keep candy for cash |
| Pissy-smelling bags, running from the tags |
| Jump up out the rafter, new Covalin’s on they ass |
| Residential Rollie blue, the bezel full of ice |
| Fucked around and bust my Jeffrey bag, I got too many spikes |
| Let me just say I look nice |
| Balenciaga cost a pint |
| I’m just being real frank, little nigga |
| Blue Benjamins in the bank |
| Dope on my Margiela, Eddie Kane |
| Beverly Hills, I’m with Hillary Banks |
| We smoking cherry pie with Uncle Phil |
| On the west coast, dressed in a bag |
| I’m worth them M&Ms, camera be flashing |
| Longway be trapping and dabbing |
| Givenchy flavor like |
| I got it off serving them bags |
| I be on that trap shit, selling bags |
| She ask me what I’m stepping in, bitch, that’s a bag |
| I got a new bankroll, bitch, selling bags |
| I ain’t trying to serve you, nigga, unless you buying bags |
| I be on that trap shit, selling bags |
| Ask me what I’m stepping in, bitch, that’s a bag |
| I got a new bankroll, bitch, selling bags |
| I ain’t trying to serve you, nigga, unless you buying bags, bags, bags |
| I’m the bag man, ask your old lady |
| Better update it, I’m dressed in the latest |
| Margiela Maison, they think it’s a painting |
| Feds chasing me, they say I’m a racist |
| Gucci my Rolex, they say I’m two-faced |
| A thousand bags in a secret location |
| Don’t talk on the phone, you know how we facing |
| Give a whole bag to my African |
| Bags in the Audi, I’m trafficking |
| She don’t ask to do backwards flips |
| Linebacker, I’ll go tackle the bricks |
| Kicking the box, catching my drift |
| Kick it in Beverly Hills like the Fresh Prince |
| Greyhound, bags under the bench |
| Right by the border, throw it over the fence |
| I catch it and run it |
| I’m spilling and tripping, I offer them bags |
| New Giuseppe, no stepping in the whole bag, bitch |
| I’m drinking a band |
| I offer them bales |
| We dumping the seal, you come with the cash and drop where you live |
| Designer my pimping, I’m kicking my shit in Rodeo |
| Chanel for the bitches, Givenchy ain’t even a day old |
| When the land, got a trap house full of kush band |
| Mail man, I swear to God, he my best friend |
| I be on that trap shit, selling bags |
| She ask me what I’m stepping in, bitch, that’s a bag |
| I got a new bankroll, bitch, selling bags |
| I ain’t trying to serve you, nigga, unless you buying bags |
| I be on that trap shit, selling bags |
| Ask me what I’m stepping in, bitch, that’s a bag |
| I got a new bankroll, bitch, selling bags |
| I ain’t trying to serve you, nigga, unless you buying bags, bags, bags |