Bag Talk ft. EJ Winning Lyrics

R.J. always trippin', man

R.J. always trippin', man

Ay

Uh-uh-uh

Ay

Keep on talkin' brazy, I'ma show a hoe a boss in me

Hypnotize her nigga and I swear he gon' get off for me

He pushin' P like he punchin' keys, boy get on yo knees

I wish a bitch would double back, smoke her like a breeze

Been a bad bitch, but every day I'm gettin' badder

Eat it like a snack, he put this cookie on his platter

Holdin' so much weight, I think I'm fuckin' up my bladder

Niggas ain't even a gangster, let alone a fuckin' rapper

These bitches talkin' on my name like they know me

Nigga wanted a taste, back then he wanted to hoe me

I could flip a bag on my mama like Jenobi

I could get a nigga gone, and this bitch like he Kobe

Yeah, bitch, it's that bag talk

Yeah

Yeah, bitch, it's that bag talk

Rich bitch big ole tits, that's that bag talk

And I ain't even got a speak, I let my bag talk

Yeah, nigga, it's that bag talk

Yeah, nigga, it's that bag talk

Rich nigga with them blicks, that's that bag talk

Yeah, nigga, watch this bag talk

Rich nigga with them blicks, that's that bag talk

Yeah, nigga, watch this bag talk

I've been gettin' a lot of money, but it's not enough

Call me Luther Vandross when I grind, it's never too much

Got three K's, ridin with me like the Ku Klux

That's the AK with a bag full of cash and Khalifa Kush

I'm the big bad wolf, blew his house down, got this nigga shook

I'm the one real shit, fuck 12, never like the hood

They wanna live this life, it ain't easy, tryna write a book

Westside, baby, till I'm gone, Seven Mile the hood

This that bag talk, yeah, nigga, I can get you touched

Tell my opposition I ain't worried, I don't give a fuck

Talkin' down on my name, get your lil' ass sent up

Niggas really lost in the sauce, tell him keep up

Bag after bag, bitch, I'm droppin' all this Louis

I need a rich nigga that be punchin' out on Gucci

What's that E-I-N, nigga, what's that VPN

And if you really bout that action, what's that CPN

He countin' double digits, he got that get up on your knees

Better yet, I got that super soaker, make that pussy squeeze

Real classy, diamonds on my neck, cause I'm flashy

Ask me, thumbin' through a check like a athlete

Bag me

yeah, bitch, it's that bag talk

Me and my niggas spin a block, that's that bag hawk