Bag lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Bankrolls in the bag, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
All them hoes to the back

[Verse]
Ayy started to rap when my sh*t trash
Now they all mad 'cause I get cash
Now they all mad 'cause my b*tch better and your girl f*ck with me too, but that sh*t sad
You n*ggas never be happy
But your B and B calling me daddy
And you know I get bread in a flash
And my Hercules small
And my b*tch is a patty, ayy
Can't f*ck her twice cause she nasty, ayy
She treat my di*k like it's candy, ayy
I can't be loving these hoes and the funny thing they all be trying get married, ayy
I f*ck on that b*tch and I'm dabbing
200 outside and the coupe yeah he lapping, ayy
40 and 30 is clapping
Running that b*tch clean it up with a napkin, ayy
I feel like a skater I'm grinding
Look at my wrist and you know that sh*t blinding
I spit on the beat perfect timing
b*tch I should glow and it ain't hard to find me
n*ggas be mad and n*ggas be angry
I just be glad I'm still getting shady
Brody be killing it and he straight from Haiti
Moving the sword and then save the navy
Welcome them all and I'm popping a tag, huh
I just be running sh*t up
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout a sl*t in them [?]
Stacking them chips and them all in a bag
Running them tracks imma run to the finish
Swear one day you're going to find me on Guinness
I don't talk to you less you talking to business
I'm flipping a trick feel like every day Christmas
Dunking on n*ggas I feel like Ric Flair
Three n*gga's hoes in the kitchen
Rolly my wrist and you know that sh*t glistening
That b*tch is yellow like Simpsons, huh
Kick doors
Riding up
Take sh*t
Joey Trap
Arm up
f*ck your fake sh*t
[Chorus]
Ayy free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Bankrolls in the bag, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
All them hoes to the back