Bars On It lyrics

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[Intro]
Ooh, Sav killed it

[Verse]
Hm, I'm wit' Tee today, I'm tryna live a Baglife
Hm, I wake up and weigh the dope, make sure the bag right
Huh, my belt hold my pants up 'cause I can't sag right
Huh, this sh*t around my neck hit without a flashlight
Huh, I'll cut into a b*tch like what's your bag type?
Huh, small, brown wit' a dent, that's her ass type
Huh, you n*ggas never even flew like a bad kite
Huh, I never seen a real b*tch, I got bad sight
Hm, like I need some help with this
Huh, I can't sign to no label, they not shelfin' this
Huh, I got a weird ass twitch, he smoke jellyfish
I'm the Mike Amiri type, you wear pеlly sh*t
Huh, you get rich off the rich, f*ck that scary sh*t
The еyeballs might miss a couple grams, but the scale'll get it
Huh, just don't f*ck the stove up, n*gga, sell the kitchen
Huh, this phone don't never stop, I can sell a minute
Huh, I can't f*ck a b*tch without her priorities straight
Hm, I hate n*ggas wit' real Buffs, but the pointers be fake
Come on, I can blow what's in my pocket, it's more in the safe
Come on, I can find a [?], do more in a day
Come on, how this b*tch ass a 10 and a 4?
Come on, won't nothin' come between us until a four in the way
Come on, I'm finna hit a couple blocks, I feel like scorin' today
Huh, we finna take this b*tch over, it's just a door in the way
Hm, yeah, the one wit' bars on it
Hm, the song ain't sh*t until I put a couple bars on it
He pulled up wit' two hundred shots, he had some bars on 'em
Hm, I ain't get your call, my phone ain't have no bars on it
Hm, if I ain't there to hit the play, then I think you should do it
Hm, can't no bag sit around, we should be movin' through it
Huh, you had that ass for a year, I think her booty newer
Hm, I knew the bag would turn 'em up, that's why I threw it to 'em
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