What? huh? then
(Baggy up)
It's way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin' about
I sank young ship
Peak this, streakness never had a weakness, speak this
(Bagg up)
(Baggy up)
Cold with the blod, clod with the gold
I'm high but it's all gravy
Get clout when I'm out money what I'm all about
(Baggy up)
(Bagg up)
bounce, bounce, bounce then
See that coupe wit the maroon rag up
It's, goin' down 'round these parts
You can roll wit me, yeah maybe
Huh go on, then
My pockets all sole is that what yo mad few'?
In a world that's so shady
Ya take a big diss
bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce then
Touch was mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed
(Bagg up)
For hatin' on that mvp new draft pick?
Bounce, bounce then
Jackpot, I'm scorin' big around the globe
My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'?
Huh go on, then
See that coupe wit the maroon rag up
Straight play a baby, two rides outside wit that old g-glide
(Baggy up)
I do this daily
(Bagg up)
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, bagg up
I'm a bully like clip
Hey the streets is mine like mix tapes when that M C grind
I'm sorry I'm the glitter that yo girl seein' glist
How many M C's must get dissed
If I lack, keep strapped it's a rap, gimme dat
Sorta like starks shootin' three's for the knicks
Follow my whole set bottles of mo' wet, bet
Bounce, bounce then
Got hits but they try to spray me
(Bagg up)
Gimme some room when I pull that jag up
Gimme some room when I pull that jag up
Gimme some room when I pull that jag up
(Baggy up)
Huh go on, then
It'll feel like ya fell off a tall cliff
Sick, baby say she never drove a stick
Everybody talkin' 'cuz they say I'm on a roll
Man wit the big fish
(Huh, huh)
See that coupe wit the maroon rag up
(Bagg up)
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us bagg up
(Bagg up)
Don't play crazy
What? huh? then
Nobody liked me 'til I got the deal so don't start
Is it different? Is it dope?
What? huh? then
Six feet under dirt I'm the one wit the word
Don't it look like hundred moons on my wrist?
I'll shoot If ya try to play me
Just chingy baby
(Bagg up)
Snake skins, no timberland boots, get loot
bounce, bounce, bounce then
Six apart from the clip if ya pop at the lip, its clingy baby
(Bagg up)
(Baggy up)
(Baggy up)
Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold
You could be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold
Until she was on top of me, backseat of the six
Until they lay me
My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'?
(Bagg up)
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, baggy up
(Bagg up)
Don't get me pissed
I hit I don't miss
I don't know what you yappin' about
