Blow a Bag

[Intro: BandGang Masoe]
Send the coast guard please
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
We 'bout to rain this bitch out
Girl, move the fuck out the way

[Verse 1: BandGang Masoe]
Better send the coast guard, bro just came in with a fifty
And it's twenty other niggas with a ten, that's two-fifty
Them killers, gorillas, and drug dealers came with me
Way before corona, we was puttin' niggas six feet
Tell a waitress bring the ones and put sparklers on my bottle
I know them niggas watchin', so we bringin' every hollow
Just bring that money box out, ho, what you lookin' shocked for?
You probably fuckin' with a nigga that ain't got a row
Let's spend it all, I ain't worriеd 'bout the bill (At all)
We in herе rainin' like we just signed a deal (On my mama, nigga)
Oh shit, they done got me off a pill (I be trippin')
Now I'm on the stage trippin', clutchin' on my steel
Bitch, leave the club if you ain't tryna spend no money (Bitch)
Ran out of ones, I done start rainin' hundreds
Type of nigga that'll catch it and punt it (Indeed)
You ain't rainin' 'cause your ass been gettin' fronted, nigga

[Chorus: BandGang Masoe]
Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', nigga, we ain't never stressin'
You might see me throwin' money, then throwin' up the set, bitch
You better not make me mad 'cause we'll spend a bag
I'm talkin' 'bout spend a nigga kit just to see some ass
Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', nigga, we ain't never stressin'
You might see me throwin' money, then throwin' up the set, bitch better not make me mad 'cause we'll spend a bag
I'm talkin' throwin' a nigga kit just to see some ass, money

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, who that fly nigga blow takin' E pills?
I'ma need ten mil' to resign for real
Hood star, fast car, nigga buyin' all the seals
We don't cry, it's the art of war, kill or be killed, nigga
Fuck a name
You see me bust if I try tuck the Shaq, I ain't never did nothin' lame
There and back with the load, you never did a one-a-day
Crib in the 'burbs, still'll never put my gun away
You too humble, Face, pop your shit
Rose gold white, who got a watch like this?
Japanese denim, hop out chopsticks
Bruce Leroy, exclusive kicks, chop bricks, nigga

[Verse 3: Peezy]
Hop out on Rodeo, hoes takin' pics
I done got famous, need security to take a piss
Richer than a motherfucker, I can't even fake it
Got so many hoes wanna work for me, might move to Vegas
In a Maybach, black and silver like the Oakland Raiders
Twenty-two platinum Rollie cost a hundred, no debatin'
I ain't fucked up about it, if she throw it, I won't take it
I done hit the coldest shit in the city, bro basic
Richest nigga from my hood, when they see me, they gon' chase it
Type of shit that you do twice a year is everyday shit
Real nigga seminar, miss me with the fake shit
You ain't see 'em ride past? That's them in the spaceship
I been in the toughest situations, I ain't say shit
Black 560, white Range Rover, me and Ray shit
Knock 'em down side-to-side, Steph and Klay shit
Ghetto Boyz ENT, don't get caught when the wave hit

[Outro: Peezy]
Don't you ever go against the fam
Ayy, Mas
Family shit, nigga, yeah
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)