Bagho

I've been countin' commas, I've been runnin' up my bag (Runnin' up my bag) I've been runnin' up my bag, ho (Ugh) I can't go out sad, ho I got hella ammo (Yeah) Hunnid rounds on my gun, bitch I feel like Rambo (Yuh) I'm in a 'vette, huh, yeah this ain't no Lambo' (Yeah) Brand new Taurus on my waist, it's gon' get 'em cracked, ho (Ugh) Yeah, huh, it's gon' get 'em cracked, ho (Huh, yeah) (Huh, yeah) Walked in with my twin, like Pickle and Peanut (Yeah) I've been rollin' up, bitch, I'm smokin' on good reefer (Ugh) Smokin' on some loud, it's too loud, I can't hear ya (Hear ya) Pull up with that chop, we gon' get 'em like a reaper (Ugh, yeah) I've been sippin' on drank (drank) G-Lock on my waist (Ugh) Green dot on my shit, huh, I don't even need to aim Yuh, hit 'em up, this ain't no blank (No way) He gon' have his shirt stained (Ugh) Why the f*ck he tryna talk to us? Yuh, yuh, he a lame (Yuh) Diamonds they shine like rainbow (Shine) Sippin' on dirty Faygo Yuh, I've been countin' up Huh, yeah, lil bitch I got bankroll (Bankroll) I got a brand new Ruger, score from deep, I'm a sharp shooter Ballin' on these hoes like I'm on the fuckin' Mavericks, Luka Money big as f*ck, and it's taller than a motherfuckin' ruler Money fat as f*ck, more than yours, and my pockets fuller Money fat as f*ck, more than yours, and my pockets fuller I've been countin' commas, I've been runnin' up my bag (Runnin' up my bag) I've been runnin' up my bag, ho (Ugh) I can't go out sad, ho I got hella ammo (Yeah) Hunnid rounds on my gun, bitch I feel like Rambo (Yuh) I'm in a 'vette, huh, yeah this ain't no Lambo' (Yeah) Brand new Taurus on my waist, it's gon' get 'em cracked, ho (Ugh) Yeah, huh, it's gon' get 'em cracked, ho