bagg up

bounce, bounce, bounce then, straight playa baby, 2 rides outside wit that old g-glide, i'm high but it's all gravy. snake skins, no timberland boots, get loot, i'll shoot, if ya try to play me. get clout when i'm out, money what i'm all about, in a world that's so shady. peak this, streakness, never had a weakness, speak this, i do this daily. follow my whole set, bottles of mo' wet, bet, until they lay me, 6 feet under dirt, i'm the one wit the word, got hits but they try to spray me. if i lack, keep strapped, it's a rap, gimme dat, you can roll wit me, yeah maybe. hey the streets is mine, like mix tapes when that mc grind, don't play crazy. gimme some room when i pull that jag up, bounce, bounce then, my pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'? huh go on, then, see that coupe wit the maroon rag up, what? huh? then, tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, bagg up, everybody talkin' cuz they say i'm on a roll, touch was mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed. ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold, jackpot, i'm scorin' big around the globe. you could be hot, i'm what you not and that's cold. go wit the flow, dro when it go, sick, baby say she never drove a stick, until she was on top of me, backseat of the 6. it's, goin' down 'round these parts, nobody liked me 'til i got the deal so don't start. is it different? is it dope?, i don't know what you yappin' about, it's way too funky for you to smell what i'm rappin' about. just chingy baby. how many mc's must get dissed, for hatin' on that mvp new draft pick?, don't it look like 100 moons on my wrist?, i'm sorry i'm the glitter that yo girl seein' glist. man wit the big fish, i hit i don't miss, sorta like starks shootin' 3's for the knicks. don't get me pissed, ya take a big diss, it'll feel like ya fell off a tall cliff, i'm a bully like clip, i sank yo ship, 6 apart from the clip if ya pop at the lip its, chingy baby,