Bagg Up

Gimme some room when I pull that jag up
I'm sorry I'm the glitter that yo girl seein' glist
(Baggy up)
(Bagg up)

(Bagg up)
Everybody talkin' 'cuz they say I'm on a roll
It's, goin' down 'round these parts
(Bagg up)

Don't play crazy
bounce, bounce, bounce then
Man wit the big fish
My pockets all sole is that what yo mad few'?
My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'?
What? huh? then
Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold
Is it different? Is it dope?
(Bagg up)
(Bagg up)
Hey the streets is mine like mix tapes when that M C grind
Peak this, streakness never had a weakness, speak this
I hit I don't miss
It'll feel like ya fell off a tall cliff
What? huh? then
Nobody liked me 'til I got the deal so don't start
Don't get me pissed
bounce, bounce
(Bagg up)
Gimme some room when I pull that jag up
Don't it look like hundred moons on my wrist?
Until they lay me
(Baggy up)
How many M C's must get dissed
I'll shoot If ya try to play me

See that coupe wit the maroon rag up
Huh go on, then
(Baggy up)
Huh go on, then
(Baggy up)
Touch was mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed
My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'?
Bounce, bounce then
In a world that's so shady
If I lack, keep strapped it's a rap, gimme dat
I'm high but it's all gravy
I sank young ship
Bounce, bounce then
Sorta like starks shootin' three's for the knicks

I'm a bully like clip
See that coupe wit the maroon rag up

I don't know what you yappin' about
Six apart from the clip if ya pop at the lip, its clingy baby
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us bagg up
(Bagg up)
Jackpot, I'm scorin' big around the globe
Just chingy baby
Bounce, bounce then
What? huh? then
Until she was on top of me, backseat of the six
(Baggy up)

(Baggy up)
Got hits but they try to spray me
bounce, bounce, bounce then
Sick, baby say she never drove a stick
(Huh, huh)
(Bagg up)
See that coupe wit the maroon rag up
For hatin' on that mvp new draft pick?
Huh go on, then
Get clout when I'm out money what I'm all about
Follow my whole set bottles of mo' wet, bet

Six feet under dirt I'm the one wit the word
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, bagg up
Straight play a baby, two rides outside wit that old g-glide
(Baggy up)
Ya take a big diss
You can roll wit me, yeah maybe
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, baggy up
(Bagg up)
Gimme some room when I pull that jag up
Cold with the blod, clod with the gold
(Bagg up)
You could be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold
(Bagg up)
It's way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin' about
I do this daily
Snake skins, no timberland boots, get loot