Bags

[Intro: Keezah]
YBonDaBeat
Yeah, yeah, aye YB
...
Shit go crazy
(I had to get my shit together)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Keezah]
I'm tryna get all these bags off
I'm in the cut 'til I run up a fifty piece
Hop in the streets this shit get deep
Too many racks in the hood I made history
Bitch say I'm crankin' all the plugs they tryna come get at me
You ain't gettin' money nigga can't sit with me
I was just sellin' crack I was pushin' packs in the Infiniti
Got the Glizzy on me so these niggas can't injure me
Bad lil' bitch and she feelin' me
I got a white bitch somethin' off [?]
I threw that bitch and she came back just likе a frisbee
Just gave my junkie a dipper hе hit it he dead
I see the opp I'ma leave his ass shitty
Me and Goonrich with the Glizzy get busy
I got ice on my neck and this shit like a blizzard
I ain't no rap nigga but you can't get me
Got an ARP and the drum hold sixty
Glock 27 the drum hold fifty
Bitch I don't trust shit because everything iffy
And I'm totin' the stick when I come to your city
We ain't talkin' 'bout shit if it ain't about digits
I got shooters on my team bitch we the Pistons
We goin' state-to-state with them pistols
She a broke-ass bitch and I told her to fix it
Touchdown pack I'm missin'
Hop in the streets and I made a decision
Two blocks 2pac feelin' like [?]
Got shot in New York nine times like 50
Want half of a zip I'ma need six like Drizzy
Hop out the whip with the stick got titties
Shots fired I make this shit get wicked
I made a hundred-band jugg [?]

[Verse 2: Goonew]
Ice on my neck and this shit get wicked
Hop out the tip-top shootin' a glizzy
And I still serve my aunt and this shit get risky
And I still beat the pot up Bobby and Whitney
Uh, I get the pack put that shit on the road
And I'll still serve a nigga water in bowl
And I hang with killers put the glick on your nose
When I'm in the trenches servin' auntie that dope
Hop out that two-door BM coupe
Hell yeah I got them shooters that shoot
I got the glass come get you a [?]
Me and Keezah in the back I'ma shoot
Yellin' out auntie the junkies like ooo
And I'm in the kitchen spilled the crack on my shoe
Got the AR pistol and the bullets they blue
And I'm servin' crack like the eighties [?]
I'm on the frontline, come get a plate
Real Homicide, bitch I bring out the K
He a sweet lick so we takin' his plate
I'm two-faced I got the snake on my face
Uh, I got the gun on my waist
If he make me mad I put the gun in his face
And I run it up like a hundred I'm straight
Should be rappin' nigga but I sold me a eight
Got hella hoes, fuck your bitch anyway
Made ten bands off a feat' that's a case
Goonwick got the shake and the bake
High as hell [?]
Twenty bands put that shit in a safe
Like Keezah do a ten in a day
Got bad bitches from the A' to the bay
Took thirty-thousand out the bank just to play