Shabazz PBG - Run up a bag lyrics

Intro: "Shabazz n***a" Whoo 2 Hook: I'm smokin gas out the bag He know im f**in his b**h now he mad (Why you mad) Had to switch the beamer i got a jag Servin gas out my givenchy bag (I'm serving gas) I think thats why n***as mad
 ( I think that's why) I think thats why n***as mad Smokin og while i'm swervin and swag n***as mad cuz i ran up a bag (x2) Verse: Riding foreign, I ain't switching no lanes Glock .45 you ain't snatching my chain f** that n***a b**h, She say he a lame Hop out the sun roof, Than I aim Hit out my pocket, they don't know who clickin f**ing your b**h I'm dunking Scottie pippen Hit that lil b**h in her car ,Got her drippin Put a Duece in a f*go, now I'm sippin Those the normal jeans They know that we tipping That lil b**h bad she blowing kisses (Lil b**h) You better pray to god grant your wishes (Huh) I put on don on a mission (Heyy don) Clean quality, I'm remixing (I'm remixing it) Teachin n***as pay attention (b**h) Stop talking beef in my mentions (what) Every glock hit got extensions Hook: I'm smokin gas out the bag He know im f**in his b**h now he mad (Why you mad) Had to switch the beamer i got a jag Servin gas out my givenchy bag (I'm serving gas) I think thats why n***as mad I think thats why n***as mad Smokin og while i'm swervin and swag n***as mad cuz i ran up a bag (x2) Verse: Walk in the club And I got the glock on me Two grams of OG your jays be boney Got the same ZIP code, but you ain't my homie (Lil b**h) I got it on me so I'm never lonely Switch the flow up they can't f** with me f** that gunk b**h at the double tree Keep the heat on me it's stuck with me Two tone ARP if he .223 Tadoe got rude boy, They whippin a recipie Black and white challenger, Just like a referee Got a new pistol that b**h got a lemon squeeze Bad b**h got a accent I like how she talk to me (Lil b**h) Got them bands up now them hoes trynna talk to me p**y like xanax, cus it make me fall asleep Givenchy and Gucci I call that sh** double G Percs and codeine b**h I got a pharmacy Whippin it servin re-rock Yezzy addias I don't f** with reebok Glock 23 let it sing like a teen pop These n***a snitchin so they got the streets hot Too many bands I got sauce on me (x4) Counting up racks up a monopoly (x4) Too many bands I got sauce on me (x4) Ten shots got the .45 on me 10 band cap I got gwoup on me 10 shots got the .45 on me 10 band cap I got gwoup on me Stretch the work out like elastic Wrap that sh** up in a plastic Bad b**h in a coupe, I made that lil b**h dashin My shooters slide thru let him have it Plug makin plays like we on madden b**h in my face I might just pa** it n***a can never be me that boy average (Lil b**h) I'm off Percocet no xannies Lil dee throwing bombs like Payton manning I'm in a benz coupe with my savage Sat by the roof that AR automatic Jordan 9s on me they cla**ic I'm with the plug and we tippin that magic Blue notes on me like Orlando magic Yezzy like pop it I'm fly like Aladdin OG sheets and funnel b**h I'm a addict When I'm in it shawdy shaking and spazzin I'm in the club with the stick I'm not dancin b**h bad and boujee like she from Atlanta Go to Lenox I'm on P street I'm out of town how they peep me b**h got good head her name nee nee She wear coach my b**h wear CC CHANEL LIL b*tch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!