Bag Talk - Bravo the Bagchaser & Fenix Flexin

Told him we gotta Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh We could turn the beat up some more Uh, uh, uh-uh Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh Bag on an opp, now we gettin' him clapped Switches let off, we gettin' him wrapped Shots from the Drac' comb out his naps Now shawty 'nem checkin' the Citizen app I got some niggas up in them Scat Packs slidin' And some niggas that's still in the trap Fuck nigga keep on dissin' in raps Pressin' my buttons and triggers get tapped You know this gangster shit all in my blood I still do it for Durb and Lamp You could pick any location in the city, I'm good Bitch, everywhere I go, I'm stamped I'ma keep on runnin' and runnin' and runnin' up mills Don't care if I'm catchin' a cramp Bitch, I need every dime, I stay on my grind Like Tony Hawk up that ramp, uh Bag talk, I keep havin' bad thoughts Stay in somethin' fast, I'ma stomp the gas and ride off Pussy niggas play up in thеse streets, get left on sidеwalks I told bronem that we gotta win, can't leave my guys lost I ain't tryna talk, you can get your mind chalked Had to step up for my block, they don't know 'bout all them battles fought Now I got this shit on lock, no, I can't take no time off Broski always sippin' Wock', you would think he had a bad cough Uh, you get what you put in in these streets, shit like an algorithm Twenty-four in this FN, with all these shots, I'm bound to get him Grouchie love his glizzy ten, I'll have my problem child come blitz him Go to war, let's get it in, if you play with my hounds, I'll sick him For a couple pounds, we hit him, took him down, we strip him Catch him out of bounds, we clip him, heard it's a man down, go zip him I miss rockin' out with my dog, if B was alive, I'd still be with him Fuck all the opps, we don't care about y'all, we tryna catch every G and kill 'em, uh Bag talk, I keep havin' bad thoughts Stay in somethin' fast, I'ma stomp the gas and ride off Pussy niggas play up in these streets, get left on sidewalks I told bronem that we gotta win, can't leave my guys lost I ain't tryna talk, you can get your mind chalked Had to step up for my block, they don't know 'bout all them battles fought Now I got this shit on lock, no, I can't take no time off Broski always sippin' Wock', you would think he had a bad cough Bag talk, I keep havin' bad thoughts Stay in somethin' fast, I'ma stomp the gas and ride off Pussy niggas play up in these streets, get left on sidewalks I told bronem that we gotta win, can't leave my guys lost I ain't tryna talk, you can get your mind chalked Had to step up for my block, they don't know 'bout all them battles fought Now I got this shit on lock, no, I can't take no time off Broski always sippin' Wock', you would think he had a bad cough

Uh, let the bag talk, got my passport, stamped up Hit the gas then I push the button like the big dogs Only see the snakes when you got the grass cut Ridin' spinners when the car stop, the rims don't She like how the car stop but the rims don't Candy paint it at the car shop like a car show I'mma give em-I'mma give em what they asked for Yeah, she the real thing, she the real thing, real one On a bad day, diamond's dancing, glo'd up I confess now, I can flex now, coming up Make the trap jump, make the trap jump, double dutch Runnin' plays, runnin' plays, run a bag I be online when I'm back on the Ave All the days when the Jays buy the jab Got the whole world like, "damn, hustleman" Uh, let the bag talk, got my passport, stamped off Hit the gas then I push the button like the big dogs Only see the snakes when you got the grass cut Ridin' spinners when the car stop, the rims don't She like how the car stop but the rims don't Candy paint it at the car shop like a car show I'mma give em-I'mma give em what they asked for (Damn, hustle-damn, hustle) She like going shopping sprees, she want everything She like gold and diamond ring, she want everything She like buying double G's, she want everything She like smokin' broccoli, Imma get you what you need Had to back-back out the gas pack Had to back track, hit the drank, having flash backs Hit the gas like Mad Max All the bad brats like "Hustleman, goddamn" Uh, let the bag talk, got my passport, stamped off Hit the gas then I push the button like the big dogs Only see the snakes when you got the grass cut Ridin' spinners when the car stop, the rims don't She like how the car stop but the rims don't Candy paint it at the car shop like a car show I'mma give em-I'mma give em what they asked for