KidWond3r - Bag lyrics

[Hook] I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The b**hes, Too We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot You Better Shut Yo Mouth, f** n***a Fo' We Run Up In Yo House, f** n***a My b**hes Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, n***a We Know That You Ain't Bout That, n***a [Verse 1] b**h, I'm On Fire! Ima f** Around And Make These p**y n***as Retire! You Won't Make It In These Streets If You Wasn't Born A Survivor Yo b**h Give Me Sloppy Top, She Fill My Dick With Saliva Ya Lookin' Fo' Us, n***a, Then You Know Where To Find Us I Swear Man, Everywhere I Go, I Always See Cameras We Turn Around And We See Paparazzi Behind Us I Wake Up, Get That Cake, And Spend That sh** In Pajamas These Hoes Be On My Dick, But Me, I Always Decline Em RIDER! Doin' Donuts In The Parkin' Lot, I'm Burnin The Tires If He Say He Could f** With Me, That n***a A Liar I Just Popped Another Ecstasy And It Got Me Higher Now You Know I'm The f**in Man! The f**in Man Lotta Dope In My f**in Hands, Like The Baker Man I Hope This p**y n***a Understand, I'm Not Ya Man n***a, I Don't Wanna Shake Ya Hand, I'm Not A Fan (NAWWW, NAWWW!) [Hook] I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The b**hes, Too! We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot! Yu Betta Shut Yo Mouth, f** n***a! Fo' We Run Up In Yo House, f** n***a! My b**hes Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, n***a! We Know That You Ain't Bout That, n***a [Verse 2] Ridin' Down The Highway, With My Baby My Rims Dancin', Forgiatos Do The Nay-Nay I Had One Wish To Be Rich Like I'm Ray J And If You Owe Me Money, Boy You Better Pay Me On These Beats, I Go Nuts Like A Payday You Better Fix Yo f**in Hat, Cus We Gangbang You Say You On That Bullsh**, We On The Same Thing I Watch My n***as Rob Ya, You A f**in Plain Jane n***as Hate On Me, That sh** Come With The Rap Game But I Was Taught To Remain Focused And Maintain That n***a Ain't Got No Game, He's A No Name! And b**h I Treat The Rap Game Like The Dope Game b**h, I'm With The Low Gang, You n***as So Lame I Got These b**hes Dancing Like They On The Soul Train I Damn Near Made A Million Dollars Off The Cocaine Aye Kid, This Beat Is FIRE, Hope It Come With Propane GANG! [Hook] I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The b**hes, Too! We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot! Yu Betta Shut Yo Mouth, f** n***a! Fo' We Run Up In Yo House, f** n***a! My b**hes Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, n***a! We Know That You Ain't Bout That, n***a