Lyrics:
is in the plan bro
The rest is in the plan
Went and got the bag
I ain’t ever stop
I don’t take no naps
I just wake up early
Did it for my dad
Did it
a rap, wanna lay that beat
But its hard, I'm on a speed high
C-N-T my crew, we cool
But we grew up in the street life
In other words, we gon' sting 'em
from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I've been drinkin' Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put
like a silver spoon
I'm back in my bag, you kiddin' me?
This gun in my bag, artillery
I moved to Bel-Air by Hilary
Got suicide doors, I'm killin' me
it's for a bag, boy
In high school you was lit, now you just a bag, boy
Talk you out of bread, with the gat, boy
Had to hop the fuck out the bucket
Fuck a lobby you and I be
Pulling up to a driveway
That's a villa in the hills
Trip that Usher did it my way
We can hit the highway in a V-12
You wanna
just like you a usher
My baby my boo wit a bond like we buddies
Kiss you and grip on that ass in public
Let’s take trip out to Italy
When I wasn’t shit
Ain't no need for discussion
Get a bag, get a bag, get a bag
Never see it in public
I hit a baddie, it's regular
Got some lil vibes on my cellular
They
new ice around my neck
Try to stand in my way get suplexed
I'm complete Shawty no defects
I bring the bag
I bring the bag
I bring the bag
I'm
the deck 'til the right ones surface
In the meantime
Can't shake feelings of being worthless
The birth of my son birthed a gargantuan urge
To get it by any
shows
& lost it on my way to Jers'
'cause I paid it in tolls
So you can kiss my hairy bean bag
FUCK the nations
& twitch your favorite titty nipples
To my
its Usher
It be right in my pocket, still hit with no rubber
Now she callin my phone had to switch up my number
Glock make it rain but the stick let it
Trash bag for the curtains
Grandma cussing
Cause her door open
While the Air working
So country
U gotta stand by the window for phone service
talkin bout
nag
I stay on my grind collecting the bag
Look at the green that I have
Look at the green that I have
Country boy in a Chevy
Golden chain getting heavy
thicker, long hair, clear skin
And My ass getting bigger
Never worried Bout a bitch that aint a factor, how you Figure?
When a nigga in her bag i Get a bag
No, you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
And shawty lick me clean the
Way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my
seeing is believing,
Turn the lights on
She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lip
In the gallery all I get is buy me this
Conversations
believing (Ursher baby) turn the lights on
She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lip (Huh)
In the gallery all I get is buy me this
Conversations
bad but these thoughts linger in my mind
Cause I’ve learnt that in love and death we don’t decide
Maybe I’m just tired, of being by myself
So much love
spin his lil block he gone sing like he Usher
Fuck it we get the drop on em quick
I still got them bags for the low cop a nick
Tell his clique suck
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her
(She
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her
(She
lights, don't care, we don't stop (we don't stop)
I can't wait 'til we all at the top
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in
up from dem flooded basements
Totten chopas in Mercedes
Fuck a bitch im paper chasing (prrrrrrah)
Lost my mom to poverty
Had to go get the bag
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