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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Juicy J
Performer
Logic
Logic
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Mario Luciano
Mario Luciano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Logic
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Big bag talk, big bag talk (Big bag)
Big bag talk, big bag talk
Big bag talk, big bag talk (Big bag)
Come and get paid, ****, just to drop the bag off
Big bag talk, big bag talk (Big bag)
Big bag talk, big bag talk
Big bag talk, big bag talk (Big bag)
Come and get paid, ****, just to drop the bag off
[Verse 1]
Pop these Percs for nothin', you get murked for nothin'
Put on a shirt for nothin', this weed get burnt for nothin'
One headshot is all it take, you got that drum for nothin'
That backdoor is always open, don't get switched for nothin'
Money get spent for nothin', this get hit for nothin'
I shed tears for all the shawties that got killed for nothin'
A headshot is all it take, you wore that vest for nothin'
All these drugs got me angry, don't get stretched for nothin'
Two-tone Glocks (Two-tone Glocks), two-tone watch (Two-tone watch)
Pourin' green in red Fanta, two-tone pops (Two-tone pops)
You got that blick for nothin', I get you Swissed for nothin'
Can't even make me cum no more, I got this bitch for nothin'
[Chorus]
Big bag talk, big bag talk (Big bag)
Big bag talk, big bag talk
Big— big— big bag talk, big bag talk (Big bag)
Come and get paid, ****, just to drop the bag— bag
Big bag talk, big bag talk (Big bag)
Big bag talk, big bag talk
Big bag talk, big bag talk (Big bag)
Come and get paid, ****, just to drop the bag off
Big— big— big— big bag talk
Bi-big bag, ba-ba-bag talk
Bag talk, big bag talk
Come and get paid, ****, just to drop the bag off
[Instrumental]
(Logic)
[Verse 2]
He gon' think I'm actin' funny
We ain't beefin' 'bout no hoes, we ain't fall out over money, it's the principle
Make them boys step like a parade and I'm down to catch a fade
Fuck that shit, you shouldn't have played, it's the principle
I'm like, "Damn, that's how you feel?" I'm not trippin' off that
I'm mad I thought that you was real, it's the principle
We could never be the same, burnt them bridges, up in flames
Shouldn't have went against the grain, it's the principle
My cut-off game too strong
You know what you did, stop askin' me, "What I do wrong?"
You know what I stand on, don't make me put hands on
Love, peace, truth, freedom, justice, you can count on
As soon as **** switch up, I see that shit, I pick up
Out here doin' fuck shit, you bound to get your shit bust
Smilin' in my face, actin' like that fuck shit was okay
Found out who it was and what they did, I'm like, "No way"
Can't believe **** hatin', blockin' blessings, now you can't receive
Keep them squares up out your circle, they just take and leave
Try your best to be a hundred, but they don't take heed
I'm not gon' stress, I'm just gon' roll up and hit this—
I'm not gon' stress, I'm just gon' roll up and hit this weed
God don't play about me 'cause I'm a different breed
It's the principle
[Instrumental]
(Logic)
Written by: Jordan Houston, Mario Luciano, Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
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