​​we looking rad lyrics

[Chorus: bleood]
I just wanna get that bag
Stepping all over on yo' ass
In function, yeah, I swag
Yo' b*tch love my bag
Put her ass on some
In the back, f*cking beat
We looking rad
All these n*ggas turning on '34
He get-He get wacked-He get wacked
n*gga, put my bag, turban
These drugs too bad
It's too easy, my bag
In function, yo' b*tch getting smashed
You ain't on sh*t, n*gga, you cap
I sell you anything, got a tag
We gon' take her to the motherf*cking back
Making money off these motherf*cking tracks
I just wanna get that bag
Stepping all over on yo' ass
In function, yeah, I swag
Yo' b*tch love my bag
Put her ass on some
In the back, f*cking beat
We looking rad
All these n*ggas turning on '34
He get-He get wacked-w-w-w-w-wacked-He get wack-wack-wacked-ed-ed
[Verse: Acid Souljah & zuro]
Pull up-Pull up with straps
This look a scary movie
I look like I'm Leather Face, and it's normal
Up as f*ck, so she hit me up, tryna give me face
Everyone know we up, so they try, and take our place
SEB, 1c, b*tch we first place
b*tch, I'm driving 'round with drugs on the interstate
If the feds try to pull me over, then I'm going cray, cray
Then I'm screaming like I'm Luke Kane
All-All-All-All-All acids-acids, damn I think I lost my brain-my brain
Pistolero in the back, off a Oxy'
I'm really based, that's why all them b*tches on me
Pistolero in the back, off a Oxy'
I'm really based, that's why all these b*tches on
We swag as f*ck, and that's why they like to copy
I'm coming up, b*tch, you cannot stop me
SEB in this b*tch, we make hella' mun'
1c in this b*tch, yeah, we coming up
I love all my bros, I swear that we all in love (Yo, it's your boy nick zuro, run that sh*t back, n*gga)

[Chorus: bleood]
I just wanna get that bag
Stepping all over on yo' ass
In function, yeah, I swag
Yo' b*tch love my bag
Put her ass on some
In the back, f*cking beat
We looking rad
All these n*ggas turning on '34
He get-He get wacked-He get wacked
n*gga, put my bag, turban
These drugs too bad
It's too easy, my bag
In function, yo' b*tch getting smashed
You ain't on sh*t, n*gga, you cap
I sell you anything, got a tag
We gon' take her to the motherf*cking back
Making money off these motherf*cking tracks