(Intro: Lil B)
I ain't never bagged dope I ain't never bagged dope like this
(Verse 1: Lil B)
Bagging up dope and I'm playing my position
One foot in the house one foot in the kitchen
One foot in jail the other foot in the mention
Think a s**er, you gon get it twisted
Told 'em sit back, but them n***as don't listen
You want to come up, man I told you, you be tripping
Finna pistol whip him
n***as tryna play me, like beanie seagel, I'm not jay z
n***as get rich buy a house in AZ
I'm feeling kind of sick, go and rob me some n***as
I wanna spank you with the Glock I got
Bought it from the tenderloin
Bullets is fine
Semi 2 clips cigarette package
Cold winter, yeah its under the mattress
Cash rules all, right under the mattress
Just hit a lick and I'm feeling fantastic
(Hook: Lil B)
I'm still chopping dope in the back seat n***a waddup
I'm still chewing dope in the back seat n***a waddup
I'm still chewing dope in the back seat n***a waddup
(Verse 2: Lil B)
Why bag d** I'm so racist
I only bag white, let me get a sample
If the fiend gon' die, then what the f** you selling
We selling off hard knock, c**aine melon
We sell bath salts, that's the sh** we on
Sold coke to the fiendy then he died
Well life's a b**h and cry
You wash away the tears with the old a** lies
Look inside the mirror with my red eyes
Who have I become, eye for an eye
Karma came back, I'm dealing with the same sh**
Moving so fast, man I thought I needed it
But I really I don't
Thought you needed that money
But sh**, you really won't get it
And I still know it
I'm the streets n***a I'm on it
(Hook: Lil B)