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I'm up in the Cutlass, I got a bag on me
Beef with who? f**k you mean? I put a bag on it
Oh, that revolver? I got the mag on me
Walk where you are with that star you are, hop out, no mask on me

I went to trial and I made it out
Been left the city, been made it out
What they hatin' for? I can't make it out
Shot up the car, barely made it out
I punked that b*t*h with a thirty out
b*t*h-ass n***a was pullin' off
I tried to take all his bump off
Yeah, I tried to take all the bump off
When I catch that b*t*h, I'ma knock him off
My youngin hit up his mama house
Hide all the rods in my granny house
I was sellin dope out my granny house
Ran with that pack, no Randy Moss
Only drop it off if I get it off
You out of town, I just ship it out
Passenger side with a pistol out
I ain't been broke in a minutе
Been sellin' this dope for a minute
Can't sit around, gotta gеt it
You want it, gotta go get it
Road runner, I'm city to city
I rob a n***a in any city
I'm takin' his digits
Takin' his digits

I got a bag on me
I got a, I got a, I got a, ah
I got a bag on me
I got a, I got a, I got a, ah
I got a bag on me
I got a, I got a, I got a, ah
I got a bag on me
I got a, I got a, I got a, ah

I'm up in the Cutlass, I got a bag on me
I'm up in the Cutlass, I got a bag on me
I'm up in the Cutlass, I got a bag on me
Beef with who? f**k you mean? I put a bag on it
I'm up in the Cutlass, I got a bag on me
Money fallin' out my pants, ooh, a bag on me
Lookin' like a walkin' lick with this lil' bag on me
Try to take it, you gon' die for this lil' bag, homie

I robbed a n***a for this bag, how you gon' rob me for this bag
Robbed Trel for that lil' yeah, n***as say I did that bad
I got kids to feed, I ain't got no time for doin' bad
I don't fake beef, I ain't got no time for all that
You wan' kill me, n***a, kill me, I ain't hidin' and all that
Killed cuz and came home, b*t*h, we dyin' 'bout all that
Lil' one was all in my paperwork and it's all facts
Got his brother, got to bustin', wasn't nobody bustin' back
My dog was trippin', full of H, and he was tryna double back
Yeah, I love him, I don't trust him, he might shoot in my back
I been rollin' full of pills, got a monkey on my back
Steppin' in Maison Margiela, my plug in Port Allen, I stay [?] Ruger
Juggin' or bunkin', it stay in the rental
Lil' bitty lil' n***a, you know I'm a dealer
Diamond chinchilla, my boxers Hilfiger
Peewee [?] f**k with a n***a
Sellin' good crack while I pour up the killer
I'm flippin' Roxys and rentals
I'm up, so she wan' come f**k with a n***a
4KTrey, can't f**k with me, n***a

I got a bag on me
I got a, I got a, I got a, ah
I got a bag on me
I got a, I got a, I got a, ah
I got a bag on me
I got a, I got a, I got a, ah
I got a bag on me
I got a, I got a, I got a, ah
I'm up in the Cutlass

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