BAGS

Dropping off bombs and i make it a war zone
Why all these bitches are hitting my cellphone
I want the bag, i do not want those
Carbon dioxide there is no ozone
They wanna kiss my ass, no homo
I been grinding with these cans of four loco
Why did i get hit by all of these locals
But fuck it im doing my thing cuz im solo
I just might do it to them
I just might do it again
I just might pull out my pen
Diss all you faggots amen
Mister mean, mister lean
Why do you act like you all fifteen
Better yet, you a fiend
You took acid once, now you a beast
All of that shit that you seen
And all of the shit that you read
You can go watch in a screen
Might as well be a fallacy dream
Boi stop all that acting
I know that yo ass will be lacking
Bitch dont come her like you stacking
Where is th money you faggot
Take off yo fake fendi jacket
Throw it away in my basket
Yeah, there you go
That is all of the action (i see)
Go scoop up the loot and try to invest in all of your business
Please tell them again, that you cannot talk but there is no witness
Man your shit kinda suck, swallow deez nuts, and thats how you breathless
Boi you eating too much
Need to lose weight with a touch
Went from nice to average
Damn your music garbage
Im doing all of this shit with an ease
You must have some sort of mental disease
Flexing gun like you are from the streets
You a suburban thats getting degrees