brada bag lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, b*tch I'm smokin gas pack
Two tabs to max that
Don't let us catch you lack maxxin' and you home in a body bag
b*tch bad b*tch she set me good, I might buy her a Prada bag
And f*ck 12 and f*ck my life so-

[Verse 1: carna 007]
Put my hearts and pull up then we push 'em back
Always numba 1 up in dis b*tch so I had me n' my plaque
Bro swerved that party yeah I took that G-19, this mat black
Balling like I'm 'Neal, when I stand up on my money, b*tch I'm like tall like Shaq
Yeah, yeah, b*tch I talk my sh*t, oh you like when I talk like that
Yeah, yeah, knock 'em back, but you don't like when I took that mag
Yeah, you gon' end up stayin' broke, if you don't get off yo ass
Yeah, you talk sh*t but won't do sh*t, that's some f*cking fags
Pop a lot of swag, heard sh*t you needa speak up
These boys ain't got swag, hol' up, lemme go and teach some
(Bah) Aye, I hit them once, there ain't no we, uh
Aye, I told shawty come here, I'm tryna see sum

[Verse 2: funeral]
b*tch come here I'm tryna see sum
In dis ho I bleed some
Yo bro talkin' way too much like do you really need some?
Aye Glock that got wit' a switch on
This P12 wit' a grip on
Like bro come get yo b*tch, like lil bro what the f*ck yo b*tch on?
I get the bag, -ion ever cry
Like rockin' his jitz, -ion ever cry
Pop wit' yo brother and this ain't sprite
I get him a loan, I won't ever repay
I'm runnin' 'em dead, I don't know why
I'm walkin' like yeah, I'm walkin' outside
Tell me to drop it on nerd, I'm in it, explicitly I'm gonna die
[Verse 3: zoskirlla]
I don't understand why n*ggas be doin' my dirty because we ain't never rich
We finna do that boy dirty, we ski them and scare them, we treat them like savage's
These monsters be crying, these funky bonkers, these n*ggas jumping like cabbages
We doin' 'em, we dust 'em [?] I'm out of it
[?] DRE
No bro's gonna R.I.P
'Bouta really go spawn by GLE
n*ggas dissing [?]
Yeah hand him like ten racks cause he nice to me
Treat a muhf*ckin' fly that's ecstasy
When I'm rollin' off the map, that's ecstasy

[Chorus: carna 007]
Yeah, b*tch I'm smokin gas pack
Two tabs to max that
Don't let us catch you lack maxxin' and you home in a body bag
b*tch bad b*tch she set me good, I might buy her a Prada bag
And f*ck 12 and f*ck my life so pull up then we push 'em back
Always numba 1 up in dis b*tch so I had me n' my plaque
Bro swerved that party yeah I took that G-19, this mat black
Balling like I'm 'Neal, when I stand up on my money, b*tch I'm like tall like Shaq