Bag 4 Bag

And I’m going bag for bag (Yeah) I’m finna hit me a lick And I’m going bitch for bitch (Yeah) I’m finna turn up my drip And I’m goin brick for brick now Come on and get u a hit I’m finna run me up a bag and put Dior all on my kicks And I got that Dolce Gabana, Fendi and Prada got new shit for wearing designer I had to drop off some people for talking that shit they ain’t know that I wanted to prosper I gotta keep it a hunnid I can’t be caught lackin' cuz I always got it up under And I was a bastard child so I had to run it up without a muh fuckin father (Yuh) And I got yo bitch in the foreign we cruisin' downtown and she got her top off She told me she want me but I cannot cuff I’m busy getting my racks up Got purp in a doubled up styrofoam cup Not Migos but I’m finna Takeoff So I had to regulate the block Real OG like Nate Dogg Loving the money I’m nuts like a squirrel but slick like a mouse when it comes to the cheese In front of the mirror I'm dodging these thoughts the ones that are locking me out of my dreams Neighborhood hero I’m serving the block, stick to yo face if you fuckin' with me But i’m only 17 smoking on Runtz yeah I’m high OD And I’m going bag for bag (Yeah) I’m finna hit me a lick And I’m going bitch for bitch (Yeah) I’m finna turn up my drip And I’m goin brick for brick now Come on and get you a hit I’m finna run me up a bag and put Dior all on my kicks And I’m going bag for bag (Yeah) I’m finna hit me a lick And i’m going bitch for bitch (Yeah) I’m finna turn up my drip And i’m goin brick for brick now Come on and get you a hit I’m finna run me up a bag and put Dior all on my kicks