Drop That Bag

[Intro]
Yeah
On god nigga
Just popped a Roxy now my stomach hurts
Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Chours]
Just popped a Roxy and now stomach hurt
They won’t take me out i keep some fire up in my undershirt
Yeah, you left me wondering why i kept on its like was nothing workin
Yeah, bitch every time you hurt me i go run a Purchase
Yeah, And every time i get too high i think bout dying i want a diamond hearse
Nigga, i was broke as fuck now when i shop I’m a designer junky
Yeah, don’t play me too close gon have me thinking that you up too something
Yeah, you don’t really love me bitch you love the way i spend this money

[Verse]
Can't believe you did me wrong, I gave my all for nothin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Every time you call up, press the red button
Yeah Nigga, I'm outside, I’ll drop a dime , you’ll leave him dead for me
Lil Bitch I buy you anything up out the mall You drop that head for me
Nigga, every since i got rich They in the house, these niggas scared of me they know I drop that bag on him
Bitch yo nigga come and slide his ass gon die just like his last homie
She get anything she want, anytime I want she put that ass on me
Twin If you see that car bend down that corner, dump your mag' on it
Yeah, same bitch who wan' fuck me used to pass on me, yeah
I see a opp all out in public, I'm gon' flash on 'em
Nigga I got rich, I ain't worried 'bout shit, I dropped that bag on 'em
Moved out my city, they want me killed, I did a dash on 'em
Hey bitch, do you really love me or you love I’m paid
I go buy a lemonade and then i pour my Quake'
And they just will pay me minimum wage, that money in the bank
Every time I'm sad I walk on stage and then I feel okay
Yeah, Keep extended mags on me, I won’t let em kill me
Yeah, all my opps some fuckin' goners, I'm gon' make 'em feel me
Bro kill shit like corona a nigga play then his ass still bleed
All mine's the day I want it, I play it smooth and keep it real, P
Yeah, you the one I want, the one I really need
I just can't believe you ain’t kept the real me
Yeah run a million up on that lil' bitch, I signed my deal then leave
Bitch Go and find another nigga that's really rich and keep it real as me (yeah, yeah)
[Chours]
Just popped a Roxy and now stomach hurt
They won’t take me out i keep some fire up in my undershirt
Yeah, you left me wondering why i kept on its like was nothing workin
Yeah, bitch every time you hurt me i go run a purchase
Yeah, And every time i get too high i think bout dying i want a diamond hearse
Nigga, i was broke as fuck now when i shop I’m a designer junky
Yeah, don’t play me too close gon have me thinking that you up too something
Yeah, you don’t really love me bitch you love the way i spend this money