Bars On It

[Intro]
Ooh, Sav killed it

[Verse]
Hm, I'm wit' Tee today, I'm tryna live a Baglife
Hm, I wake up and weigh the dope, make sure the bag right
Huh, my belt hold my pants up 'cause I can't sag right
Huh, this shit around my neck hit without a flashlight
Huh, I'll cut into a bitch like what's your bag type?
Huh, small, brown wit' a dent, that's her ass type
Huh, you niggas never even flew like a bad kite
Huh, I never seen a real bitch, I got bad sight
Hm, like I need some help with this
Huh, I can't sign to no label, they not shelfin' this
Huh, I got a weird ass twitch, he smoke jellyfish
I'm the Mike Amiri type, you wear pelly shit
Huh, you get rich off the rich, fuck that scary shit
The eyeballs might miss a couple grams, but the scale'll get it
Huh, just don't fuck the stove up, nigga, sell the kitchen
Huh, this phone don't never stop, I can sell a minute
Huh, I can't fuck a bitch without her priorities straight
Hm, I hate niggas wit' real Buffs, but the pointers be fake
Come on, I can blow what's in my pocket, it's more in the safe
Come on, I can find a [?], do more in a day
Come on, how this bitch ass a 10 and a 4?
Come on, won't nothin' come between us until a four in the way
Come on, I'm finna hit a couple blocks, I feel like scorin' today
Huh, we finna take this bitch over, it's just a door in the way
Hm, yeah, the one wit' bars on it
Hm, the song ain't shit until I put a couple bars on it
He pulled up wit' two hundred shots, he had some bars on 'em
Hm, I ain't get your call, my phone ain't have no bars on it
Hm, if I ain't there to hit the play, then I think you should do it
Hm, can't no bag sit around, we should be movin' through it
Huh, you had that ass for a year, I think her booty newer
Hm, I knew the bag would turn 'em up, that's why I threw it to 'em