Bag Alert Lyrics

Yea they say they want that real shit

But when they get it, it be so hard to deal with

But I know that they gone feel this

Cause I'm a real one know that I'm the realest

They get them cold chills in nosebleeds

I'm really high up in the nosebleed

I ain't no fighter but you know I'm all in

And I stand on all ten

I ain't never been to type to pretend

I'm too real for that maybe I'm too real for you

Why the hell you asking all these questions don't do interviews

Got out of my feelings and I hopped up in my bag

Lost all of my feelings got no time for being sad

Used to give away my love

My love is lost and I don't care what people say

I just want a bag now, bag now, bag now I ,I, I

Yeah I'm gone get the bag now, bag now I, I, I, I, I

Cash rules everything around me

Cream got the money now I can pay my bills yall

I can pay my bills yall

Money is the root of all evil

But we ain't evil know its loyalty always

Untill the pain gone

Until the pain gone

I will be sippin to the rain Gone yea

I will be sippin till the rain gone

Put my heart in this here when I nothing

I had some people say they love me they were frontin

I gave my last to my niggas when I was hurting

No I don't want that back

Know none of you don't owe me nothing

Watch me get this by my lonely

Couple of folks been riding

I got up out my city at a distance I realized it

Friends ain't yo friends unless you giving them hand outs yea

They dissapear wanna come back cause they see that i'm the man now

Oou

Why they want to haunt me

Why you come around I know you fake phony fronting

You don't really love me

Only come around so that you can try and thug me

Money is the root of all evil

But we aint doing no evil

Leave it to Beaver I'ma Do the kanievel

And dissapear clear the vision

I never ran from no nigga

Ran up a bag got the digits

I got my fam out the trenches

I want the bag yeah

I just want the bag now

Why you niggas acting like you real

You niggas acting

I can turn a good time to a thriller Michael Jackson

I just got the oou nigga I will act up

I will be sippin to the rain gone

Sip until the rain gone

Till the pain gone

I'm a sing the same song

Rose up out the concrete

You niggas taunting

Don't really like you, you do way too much fronting.

I'm a run the bag up

Aint on that sad shit

You don't have to lie to kick it

Tell me can you back it

All that acting tough get ya packaged up

I was in a benz spinnin bends you can ask bout us

Bag now, bag now, bag now I, I, I

Yeah I'm gone get the bag now bag now I, I, I

I'll be doing my own thing , Prolly somewhere swerving

If you can not love me for who I am

Don't deserve me

Bag now, bag now bag now I, I, I

Yeah I'm gone get the bag now bag now I, I, I, I, I