Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baggin' That , by - LUD FOE. Release date: 05.12.2017
Song language: English
Baggin' That |
| BItch im a kingpin excon |
| Yo shit stepped on |
| 22−3 bullets, rip yo teflon |
| Below zero, bitch thats what my wrist on |
| Check out my cuban link my jeweler den pissed on |
| Pockets on big pun |
| Bitch i tote a big pun |
| These niggas be hatin me |
| Thats why they get flexed on |
| I need me a opp nigga to up this tech on |
| You hang with the opps nigga |
| You might get left on |
| Buy you a vest nigga |
| Cuz you gone need one |
| I dont get no rest nigga |
| Cuz i dont need none |
| Give a fuck bout a body guard |
| Cuz i dont need one |
| I pulled off in a butter fly |
| She though that she seen one |
| Cops get in back of me |
| Like we got a brave one |
| You superman to these hoes |
| Be damned if save one |
| Put a whip on the brick |
| You think that i slave own |
| Nigga say it with ya chest |
| So i can cave one |
| Im a young sreet nigga |
| Leave you on the sidewalk |
| Bullet hole sin yo body |
| And both of yo socks off |
| If he think he at the top |
| He finna get knocked off |
| Catch a nigga in traffick |
| His car getting blocked off |
| HOOK |
| I walked inside he mall |
| Yeah im baggin that |
| Grams on the table |
| Yeah im baggin that |
| Dont let me catch ya bitch |
| Yeah im baggin that |
| Nigga you a bitch |
| Where yo savage at |
| I came through the back door with my starp |
| Security trynna search |
| But i ain havin that |
| I might just cop a rari' |
| Buy a wraith to match |
| I den always wanted one |
| Im still grabbin that |
| Fuckin exotic broads |
| And ridin exotic cars |
| Got dracos, A-R's |
| They seperate body parts |
| Stomp yo ass out |
| Until you see stars |
| They sleep on me |
| Like they off xan bars |
| You dont wanna fuck with me |
| I keep some killas with me |
| Ridin with the heat fo deep |
| I guess its the killa in me |
| If you wanna goto war |
| Then lets have a standoff |
| Magic trick with the choppa |
| Ill blow yo pants off |
| If ou got sticky fingas |
| We a cut yo hands off |
| 5−0 on my back |
| I feel like randolph |
| Its sunny outside |
| So imma ride with the top off |
| They always on my dick |
| Would you hop off |
| On my way to the trap |
| To get these grams off |
| I asked for a blowjob |
| She took her pants off |
| HOOK |
| I walked inside he mall |
| Yeah im baggin that |
| Grams on the table |
| Yeah im baggin that |
| Dont let me catch ya bitch |
| Yeah im baggin that |
| Nigga you a bitch |
| Where yo savage at |
| I came through the back door with my starp |
| Security trynna search |
| But i ain havin that |
| I might just cop a rari' |
| Buy a wraith to match |
| I den always wanted one |
| Im still grabbin that |