Bag (Explicit)

Bag (袋子) - Lud Foe

Written by：Lud Foe

I got the swag got the bag and the b**ches too

We on yo a** so think fast cuz we finna shoot

You better shut yo mouth f**k ni**a

For we run up in yo house f**k ni**a

My b**ches bad I be flyer than a parachute

I make em mad do the dash in a Bentley coupe

So put yo money where yo mouth at ni**a

We know that you ain't 'bout that ni**a

B**ch I'm on fire

I'ma f**k around and make these p**sy niggas retire

You won't make it in these streets if you wasn't born a survivor

Yo b**ch give me sloppy top she fill my dick with saliva

Ya lookin' for us ni**a then you know where to find us

I swear man everywhere I go I always see cameras

We turn around and we see paparazzi behind us

I wake up get that cake and spend that sh*t in pajamas

These hoes be on my dick but me I always decline em

Rider

Doing donuts in the parking lot I'm burnin' the tires

If he say he could f**k with me that ni**a a liar

I just popped another e*****y and it got me higher

Now you know I'm the f**kin' man the f**kin' man

Lotta d**e in my f**kin' hands like the baker man

I hope this p**sy ni**a understand I'm not ya man

Ni**a I don't wanna shake ya hand I'm not a fan

Nawww nawww

I got the swag got the bag and the b**ches too

We on yo a** so think fast cuz we finna shoot

You betta shut yo mouth f**k ni**a

For we run up in yo house f**k ni**a

My b**ches bad I be flyer than a parachute

I make em mad do the dash in a Bentley coupe

So put yo money where yo mouth at ni**a

We know that you ain't 'bout that ni**a

Ridin' down the highway with my baby

My rims dancin' forgiatos do the nay nay

I had one wish to be rich like I'm Ray J

And if you owe me money boy you better pay me

On these beats I go nuts like a payday

You better fix yo f*kin' hat cuz we Gangbang

You say you on that b******t we on the same thing

I watch my niggas rob ya you a f**kin' plain Jane

Niggas hate on me that sh*t come with the rap game

But I was taught to remain focused and maintain

That ni**a ain't got no game he's a no name

And b**ch I treat the rap game like the d**e game

B**ch I'm with the low Gang you niggas so lame

I got these b**ches dancing like they on the soul train

I damn near made a million dollars off the coc*ine

Aye kid this beat is fire hope it come with propane

Gang

I got the swag got the bag and the b**ches too

We on yo a** so think fast cuz we finna shoot

You betta shut yo mouth f**k ni**a

For we run up in yo house f**k ni**a

My b**ches bad I be flyer than a parachute

I make em mad do the dash in a Bentley coupe

So put yo money where yo mouth at ni**a

We know that you ain't 'bout that ni**a