Lyrics Bag Talk - YSN Fab

Bag Talk

Ayo
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Make a hunnid thou hunnid times over
Cop a lamb to the top tell my chauffeur
Yeah yeah
Block hot, got me riding with a toaster
Strap clap if a nigga get too close, yeah
Uh
Big dog 'til I pull up where ya tone went
Yeah he made a million but he don’t know where his soul went
Nigga I was dirty my aroma was that floor scent
Now I’m getting money all you smell is that dough scent
Dolce Gabbana the only thing keep them hoes wet
Really getting money that’s why I don’t ever flex
My momma ain’t believe in me but really I can’t blame her uh
City that I’m from full of drugs and them haters uh
Really 'bout my paper yeah I need it daily
Say what you want about me but leave my baby out
When I would re-up on a pound
Put it in my neighbor’s couch yeah
Bad lil jawn got my favorite mouth
Because you do it like no other when we do it use no rubber
She like toxic sex she like to suffer
You know I had to cuff her 'cause she love just like my mother
And she thug just like my brother so it’s only right I had to trust her
Uh bad lil vibe put her in saint Laurent
I beat her back down for hours got a nigga slumped
These niggas fucking up my high
I need another blunt
Tryna be relevant for years
You just hot for the month (Uh)
Make a hunnid thou hunnid times over
Cop a lamb to the top tell my chauffeur
Yeah yeah
Block hot, got me riding with a toaster
Strap clap if a nigga get too close, yeah
Uh
Big dog 'til I pull up where ya tone went
Yeah he made a million but he don’t know where his soul went
Nigga I was dirty my aroma was that floor scent
Now I’m getting money all you smell is that dough scent
Dolce Gabbana the only thing keep them hoes wet
Really getting money that’s why I don’t ever flex
Any nigga getting to a bag I salute you
You can’t name a nigga in my city I would lose to
YouTube, Spotify, drip check not as fly
None of these niggas is coming close I been on the rise
Only matter of time until I’m really on
Six figure nigga that ain’t shit until them millions
Flooding my bank
I’m buying estate
My momma ain’t gotta work no job
I just tell her to fix a plate
Imma make it out Imma do whatever it take
Gettin' to it now 'cause I know the world awaits
For the next super star
My whole life been crazy hard
Tryna heal from all these scars
They didn’t believe in me
'Til I touched a hunnid large
Make a hunnid thou hunnid times over
Cop a lamb to the top tell my chauffeur
Yeah yeah
Block hot, got me riding with a toaster
Strap clap if a nigga get too close, yeah
Uh
Big dog 'til I pull up where ya tone went
Yea he made a million but he don’t know where his soul went
Nigga I was dirty my aroma was that floor scent
Now I’m getting money all you smell is that dough scent
Dolce Gabbana the only thing keep them hoes wet
Really getting money that’s why I don’t ever flex
My momma ain’t believe in me but really I can’t blame her uh
Ciy that I’m from full of drugs and them haters
Really 'bout my paper yeah I need it daily
Say what you want about me but leave my baby out