Top Songs By Allstar JR
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Allstar JR
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucci
Producer
Aaron Redd
Mixing Engineer
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
D- d- d- d- welcome to Get A Bag Records
I fuck hoes and spend 'em, send truckloads to cities
We hit hoods, take ****, custos and kill 'em
Boy, take what chain? You silly, fuck wrong with these ****
Fuck wrong with these bitches, throw my buffs on these ****
Pullin' up in that lackey, drunk as hell off addys
Spendin' all tryna hit the blunt, now I'm trippin' damn near crashed it
Wanna fuck my ho friends, I'm trippin' down there, asked her
Quarter meal, I got staff, this shit can down there happen
I can take 'bout sixty days and boss up to a mansion
Take a bitch, ain't got shit, boss her up with enhancements
Hit- hit- hit her off with that Lord dick, cut her off, now she throw tantrum
Where the hell Adam Silver at? Lil' **** I done got drafted
Louis fit his 6K, lil' **** out and came platinum
Ronnie can't sell no blood, it's dope all in his plasma
**** say they want smoke 'til it's fuckin' up they asthma
Got a bitch that's so thick, I told her walk in backwards
Lil' ass boy, that shit you brag about stashin'
Could only get the windows cleaned twice at the mansion
And lil' ass boy, that shit you brag about stashin'
Could only get the windshield wiped on the wagon
Bag life
I fuck hoes and spin 'em, send truckloads to cities
We hit hoods, take ****, cuss those and kill 'em
Boy, take what chain? You silly, fuck wrong with these ****
Fuck- fuck wrong with these bitches, throw my buffs on these ****
I fuck hoes and spin 'em, send truckloads to cities
We hit hoods, take ****, custos and kill 'em
Boy, take what chain? You silly, fuck wrong with these ****
Fuck- fuck wrong with these bitches, throw my buffs on these ****
I be spinnin' hoes, now I'ma be innocent to me
Chocolate face, rose gold, look like cinnamon to me
Snow fallin' like Franklin, I keep Benjamins on me
And this Cuban so damn heavy, it's a minivan on me
I got nephew throwin' bullets, don't try pick these bitches off
He gon' run up with that skillet, get the grillin' **** stalked
I'm in the club without no shirt, got on chinchilla in the loft
Fully banged now, my next watch go finish **** off
If I ever said I love you, call me now, make sure I still do
Mans wanna hold a couple dollars, I got bills too
If I tell you no right now, is you gon' show the real you?
You gon' tear me down all this time I tried to B.O. you?
I done been around the block before, I really seen this film
I done been depressed as hell and I done had to keep it in
I done had to drive 'em, fly 'em, pack 'em, sell repeat again
I done been in love before, but I ain't have to keep the bitch
I fuck hoes and spin 'em, send truckloads to cities
We hit hoods, take ****, custos and kill 'em
Boy, take what chain? You silly, fuck wrong with these ****
Fuck- fuck wrong with these bitches, throw my buffs on these ****
I fuck hoes and spin 'em, send truckloads to cities
We hit hoods, take ****, cut thugs and kill 'em
Boy, take what chain? You silly, fuck wrong with these ****
Fuck- fuck wrong with these bitches, throw my buffs on these ****
(Let's get it, man)
I just take ****, custos and kill 'em
Boy, take what chain? You silly
Boy, take what chain? You silly
We send truckloads
Boy, take what chain? You silly
I fuck hoes and spin 'em
Written by: Jeremy C Ford