Bags on Me - Fat Nick

I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?

Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me

Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain

Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name

I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?

Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me

Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain

Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name

I don’t blow no dope

I smoke these crumbs up on the porch

A hundred in my drum and it gon' burst out of one gun

These Xans and lean is fun

You sip stupid weenie hoe, what’s up?

I can’t do no boxing, keep this .30 by my gut

Oh shit, what’s up?

Fucked up, don’t cum

I’m too tired, look at me

Why your crackhead texting me?

Oh yes, slowing now

All these Xans, they calm me down

Bitch I’m 'bout it, yeah I’m 'bout in

In your city poppin' off

I don’t need my old bitch

She a dumb bitch

I got money on me now

Yeah, I’m dumb rich

Just a trap mule

Watch this drop view

Shorty bent my line but tell what that mouth do

I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?

Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me

Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain

Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name

I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?

Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me

Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain

Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name