Lyrics
Bad shit
Bad shit
Bad shit
Aye
Aye
Aye
Look at that Jag, that bitch so fast
Catch up lil goofy, I ain't looking back
Looking, reaching, grabbing bags
Like magic, it's coming I'm running and hunting
For world order, slaughter daughters daily
Pay me, now I'm demanding them benjis
I'm sorry you hate me, I'm tryna change it
But momma done told me I'm fucked up
Off that bag, light it up, hold up
Hit da yak, you 'bout it, you claim it, you lost in sedation
Tryna trade places with somebody famous
I'll never be that guy, master of disguise, all black
No mask on your back, my mans got two 23's and they smack
Off dat bag
Line it up
Hol up
Hit dat yak
Off dat bag
Line it up
Hol up
Hit dat yak
Be ready to bruise dem knees
You suckin me down til you bleed
Ain't never had i wanted to do you feel da greed
Passi up bitches now dey see flee
Ride wit me ball wit me hold me down
I get da call we run down servin hot shit
Believe me
Please dont play wit me
Big bank take lil bank
Fuck left em stank
Big body candy paint
Hoes in da back and they throwin da pink
59 killas at da fuckin buffet
You know we eatin good today
Migos wit da shits
Andale
Off dat bag
Line it up
Hol up
Hit dat yak
Off dat bag
Line it up
Hol up
Hit dat yak
Off dat bag
Line it up
Hol up
Hit dat yak
Off dat bag
Line it up
Hol up
Hit dat yak
Off dat bag
Line it up
Hol up
Hit dat yak
Off dat bag
Line it up
Hol up
Hit dat yak
