Back Chasing A Bag (feat. PluggFrm260)

Straw hat huh? Yes father, he's cooking something up again Back chasing a bag on you niggas, B.O.S Balling out of sight we been quiet nigga C.O.S Me and Plugg back up in the lab nigga we the best Yo bitch in the back doing tricks like a bmx Why she on my phone once a week asking me for sex And she hit my brother same time trying to give the neck Boy you better put her on a leash, keep yo hoe in check Before I add her ass to my roster keep them hoes on deck Finna shift into another gear you could call me Rex I was loading coin and punching up I ain't see yo text Keep that gun out yo picture nigga that ain't no flex If brother got on glasses ain't no doubt them the Gucci specs T Money bitch thats my name but don't wear it out If it ain't no pape, then it ain't too much to talk about My brother trying to drive the bows in, he took the safest route It ain't nothing for me I could get a nigga whereabouts Lil bitch thought she broke my heart I wasn't mad at all My nigga he just drove a striker down he came from Saginaw Aye, now thats far as f*ck Had to fall back for a lil minute get my money up Glasses on boy I'm stuck, I ain't trying to stunt Versace on my face black tint I never gave a f*ck If two two threes bussing dumb bitch then you better duck Bag chasing shit is all I know, I'm all about a buck