Bagwork Lyrics

You never give your BM bread, you never take your BM out, you never make your BM happy

Now your BM meet me, now you hot, cause I'm around your jit

I don't know why you hot homie, your BM love me jit

Now I'm greasing your BM, I'm making your BM happy, now you hot at your BM

You a booty, you a broke ass jit

You saying bro come out, I swear I'm hopping out the whip

You ain't saying nothing, reason why they took you off the list

He said he balling out, that nigga ain't get no ring like Chris

Pea-shooter, if he shoot his gun, he's jamming out that bitch

Give me doula, I ain't trying to hit and I ain't trying to kiss

Sniper shooter with the gun, was shooting niggas, as a jit

All my niggas goons, they thinking all my niggas, savages

Walk inside the store with forty fours I told her bag that shit

You ain't getting no more of what I got, you just a runner, jit

How you kiss that hoe inside her mouth, it be a hundred kids

Trying to get the giffies, for so long, I made a hundred bids

He sent his whole army, now he's spinning back a hundred dead

Bitch, I'm from Miami, nigga, I ain't from no Hallandale

She said my shit buzzing and it's jumping, nigga, I can tell

I turned nun to something, ask my cousin, I ain't need no help

If the police come in, then I'm running, you ain't see me there

Bag sniffer, I'm just trying to show her how the bag work

Man, you ain't see nothing, turn this money into mad worth

All these racks up in my jeans, I am not a sager

Baby, you don't need these things, turn into a banner

You saying bro come out, I swear I'm hopping out the whip

You ain't saying nothing, reason why they took you off the list

He said he balling out, that nigga ain't get no ring like Chris

Pea-shooter, if he shoot his gun, he's jamming out that bitch

Give me doula, I ain't trying to hit and I ain't trying to kiss

Sniper shooter with the gun, was shooting niggas, as a jit

All my niggas goons, they thinking all my niggas, savages

Walk inside the store with forty fours I told her bag that shit

You ain't getting no more of what I got, you just a runner, jit

How you kiss that hoe inside her mouth, it be a hundred kids

Trying to get the giffies, for so long, I made a hundred bids

He sent his whole army, now he's spinning back a hundred dead