Big Bag

[Intro: Yhung T.O.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm, mm, mm
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(Undefined)
(It's Hokatiwi)
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Yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
All these hundreds in my pockets make my pants sag, yeah
She want a nigga with a big bag, yeah
Hop behind her and I'm tryna get my back stabbed, yeah
High as fuck and I'm still ain't gon' let this whip crash, yeah
I done really did the dash, I ain't really spend it fast
Tryna knock some niggas off, I went, ran up a couple bags
Rich since a minor, but you fuckin' with the big leagues
I keep a stick, I up this bitch, and let it empty (Let this bitch squeeze)

[Verse 1: Lil Sheik]
Niggas lying, only time they shootin' shit is in the booth (Rappin'-ass nigga)
To tell the truth, I still'll wipe a nigga nose for the loot (Facts)
They copy everything I do, well, follow me, and go and get some money (Go do that)
These niggas bummy, never seen a hundred
I'll blow it all and get it back 'cause it ain't nothin' (It ain't shit)
I can't see nothin' but hundreds, vision blurry up in these Buffies (Yeah)
Chains on, I dare a nigga touch me
It'll get ugly before I let a nigga play me like a sucker
I ain't goin' for it, niggas dyin' 'bout this shit
You opp niggas better ride with that stick (Better keep it)
I catch you lackin', you gon' die where you slip
A hundred in the chop', so I won't miss (This shit true)
Don't die tryna catch a vibe with the bitch
'Cause she might be the one to give the drop, all these bitches fuck with opps
They gon' fuck whoever fuckin' with 'em
I can't fuck with you if you ain't tryna get no money with me, this ain't free dick

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
All these hundreds in my pockets make my pants sag, yeah
She want a nigga with a big bag, yeah
Hop behind her and I'm tryna get my back stabbed, yeah
High as fuck and I'm still ain't gon' let this whip crash, yeah
I done really did the dash, I ain't really spend it fast
Tryna knock some niggas off, I went, ran up a couple bags
Rich since a minor, but you fuckin' with the big leagues
I keep a stick, I up this bitch, and let it empty (Let this bitch squeeze)

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Uh, can't even count how many late nights posted with my niggas
Slidin' on them niggas, still thinkin' 'bout them riches
Watched them all turn fake, I admit, was in my feelings
Just assume it ain't real 'cause these days, you never know
And I still keep my pole just in case I gotta score with it
You know gang can't get no pass if he froze with it
And I'm just me, baby, I don't keep up no image
Bro bounce out and show him what that Drac' like
What that pain like, what your aim like
It's a gravesite (It's a gravesite)
I know it ain't right, ain't no fair fights
And we gon' take flight on the same night

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
All these hundreds in my pockets make my pants sag, yeah
She want a nigga with a big bag, yeah
Hop behind her and I'm tryna get my back stabbed, yeah
High as fuck and I'm still ain't gon' let this whip crash, yeah
I done really did the dash, I ain't really spend it fast
Tryna knock some niggas off, I went, ran up a couple bags
Rich since a minor, but you fuckin' with the big leagues
I keep a stick, I up this bitch, and let it empty (Let this bitch squeeze)

[Outro]
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