Yuh, imma put this bag on you

Put this bag on you

Imma put this bag on you

Yuh, I'm making bread so I'm finna get tatted up

You better back up forreal yeah fore' I get mad enough

Tell me how you doing, how you living

I treated you right yeah you lie turn me to a villain

Imma put this bag on you

I hope you is not no fool

I wanna eightball yeah I play me some mothafuckin' pool

Diamonds they drip like pool

Yuh, my cup really bleed like eugh

Yeah I'm finna get shit booted up

I'm smoking on shit get zooted up

Two bad bitches in the crib asking"Nita what you gon do to us?"

I just been working so hard ion think I'm really in the mood for us

I said like maybe I want you

She love it when I call her baby like ou ou

Yuh

Yall ain't finna get me, I'm finna go to the sky

You tryin' to play? Yuh we might slice em' like a pie

I'm finna get to the top oh yuh watch a young **** fly

We finna shoot and it might hit yo bih, I told em' put it up in drive

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Oh man oh God I'm high

I fly, I fly, fly

I'm gon put this bag on you you you you you

Put this bag on you you you you you

Put this bag on you

Put this bag on you, yuh