Bag Talk ft. Prod. By Kid Hazel Lyrics

I bought hella shit

I copped hella whips

Prolly like three legit

I got hella bands

Dropped hella bands

Just for the hell of it

Like feds done

Searched my mans

They searched my mans

Just for the smell of it

Like shit ion understand

But free my mans

Cause he ain't sellin shit

I been blocked on Grams

And blocked on texts

So now they mailing it

One blunt full three grams

Light up the strand

And we inhaling it

Audemars skrait hittin

Diamonds dancing on Mount Everest

Done prolly spent a Benz

On top my hand

Ask the brodies who be havin

Ask the road who own traffic

Brodie stole it

Then he rode it then he skrrtttt

And then he macked it

Police knowin how shit get active

Already knowin we movin past em

So geek trynna find my uhh

In case they go and try to bag us

Sliding so deep on them mission

Sliding so deep cars and glistin

Riding four deep to you broad

In double cars to get her bitches

Told her I ain't with the tricking

She said I ain't with the tricking

But still told her Imma show her

How a youngin finna spend it

We seen em we sliding on feet all day

I'm in Yves with both my irons

Waiting for that time to bust that brain

I'm in Yves in all Amiri type

No lines skrait to our table

Told my guy

To runnat blitz on time

We spyin on all they plays

No we riding all down they rips

Lul drive down quick

We round that way

And this shit like a miracle

How we living wazy and shit

But still we make it

How we living wazy and shit

But still we spankin em

How we neva changin and shit

No faking my bruvas yeah

Hadda switch lanes

But no changin

Gettin dangerous up in that booth

Hadda wilt chamberlain game

Gettin dangerous about my hooping

Talkin bout how we gon play you

Can't gain when you ain't included

They done put dirt on my name

I ain't fazing about that goof

They done started murmuring things

So mistaken bout the truth

Talkin loud making noise

Talkin loud can't avoid me

Talkin bout me enjoying it

Talkin bout me some whores

Talkin bout how we owners

Ask the brodies who be havin

Ask the road who own traffic

Brodie stole it

Then he rode it then he skrrtttt

And then he macked it

Police knowin how shit get active

Already knowin we movin past em

So geek trynna find my uhh

In case they go and try to bag us

Sliding so deep on them mission

Sliding so deep cars and glistin

Riding four deep to you broad

In double cars to get her bitches

Told her I ain't with the tricking

She said I ain't with the tricking

But still told her Imma show her

How a youngin finna spend it