BIG BAGS (feat. Reeves Junya)

Big bags I need big bags for this

This shit here

Gang gang

Don't you fuck around with my clique this shit might

Pop off

Knock your top off

Bitch I got sauce gave your main hoe lock jaw thats why she

Want divorce

Top and intercourse

Shooting porns

Then she do my chores

You **** forced

Said you getting worst

Don't start no wars

Pussy end on the floors

Benjamin Franklin

Breaking my ankle chasing the paper no anchor

Came from the basement

Chain on me hanging

Cooking this shit with no apron

Trying to get bread like a banker

Fuck with my bread you in danger aim for you head with the flamer

Got that little thing with the laser

Pewm pewm bitch I'm mf doom

No mask I'm on that ass fucking with my loot **** tried to cock block they ain't did shit

I'm on the block once a week they ain't been since

Big bags I need big bags for this

This shit here

Gang gang

Don't you fuck around with my clique this shit might

Pop off

Knock your top off

Bitch I got sauce gave your main hoe lock jaw thats why she

We get moody got some shooters with some bodies with me

kamikaze drop your homie just got back it litty

That girl funny, think she know me, shoot her shot like Kobe

My dog wiling, did his time , they ain’t do nothing for him

Whip is foreign, bitches foreign, plus the bands enormous

We just flourish, not for nothing , couldn’t afford no porridge

All these pons I’m smoking now my room look like a forest

All these animals around so I still keep my Taurus

We lit it off today, got hit buddy not the same

Pull strings like Billy Ray

And kick like soccer games

He wiling, too much sirens, heard that boy he sound it

They just found him, he was lounging somewhere near a mountain

We stay bout it cuz we savage from the metro housing

Shot let off, that boy he drop, he leaking, he a fountain

Top off, shows they burn that hot sauce

Rone Dawg they want me get lock jaw

Big bags I need big bags for this

This shit here

Gang gang

Don't you fuck around with my clique this shit might

Pop off

Knock your top off

Bitch I got sauce gave your main hoe lock jaw thats why she

Your main ho lock jaw thats why she

Emailed like please unblock me

Y'all ops you can’t come party

Y’all rats just like tekashi

Gang gang right here behind me

Chain swing this mirror caught me

Fresh to death I ain’t hear no body

Fear God, I don’t fear no body

Big bags, I need big bags like Santa ****

Big racks on me like tennis

Butterfly to you caterpillars

Fly through with them sticks like quit it

Pretty good for these bad decisions

And I’m dripping designer linen

That’s a raven I had a vision

(uh) shorty wanna suck my dick, I gotta check I.D.

Shorty wanna be my bitch but this shit ain't for free

I’m Minnesota’s best, I’m from the same place as Prince, I’m king

No rock n roll but I got bands just like the black eyed peas

Big bags I need big bags for this

This shit here

Gang gang

Don't you fuck around with my clique this shit might

Pop off

Knock your top off

Bitch I got sauce gave your main hoe lock jaw thats why she