##bouttabag lyrics

[Intro]
(A bunch of stutters)

[Verse 1: dime!]
b*tch I'm bought that bag
I'm with crusey and we posted with a mag
(A-A-AFFLICTED is the gang)
Talkin' down, we do 'em bad
I ain't f*ckin' with yo music, 'cause the sh*t is just a drag
That's another drill
Dissin' on my n*ggas, we go for the kill
Show 'em how it feel
Posted with my day ones
New n*ggas nvr real

[Verse 2: 1crusafix]
Blah-Blah-Blah, when you talk that's all I hear
One shot, two clicks, and its going to his peers
You can do what u want yea, i dont f*cking care
I can't do what i want yea, everybody stares
Yuh they tryna be me, I don't give a f*ck
I'm with dime! inside a VC, smoke until I'm dumb
b*tch I'm higher than the ceiling
Beat that pus*y till he bleeding

[Verse 3: mycoprsebride]
Spin, no, you won't, b*tch, you acting like my friend
And if you want, I'll put your life to an end
And they dont know about the racks that I spent
And you could still get popped like a tent
I know I'm living all up in your head without rent
I hope you see the bullets I already f*ckin" sent
I'm down to ride thats the f*ckin' fundament
And AFFLICTED what I f*ckin' represent
[Verse 4: lor]
I'm with dime on the track
Put his body in the back
We gon put you in the trash
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah, we makin' all these stacks
Chop 'em up
'Lil b*tch I'ma hit 'em with an axe
I don't care 'bout that b*tch, nah
If he wanna f*cking—
I hit the switch, yah
Automatic
b*tch, I'm winning
I'm in first, you in last, b*tch
If he talk, we gon' hit him in his back end