Drop That Bag lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
On god n*gga
Just popped a Roxy now my stomach hurts
Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Chours]
Just popped a Roxy and now stomach hurt
They won’t take me out i keep some fire up in my undershirt
Yeah, you left me wondering why i kept on its like was nothing workin
Yeah, b*tch every time you hurt me i go run a Purchase
Yeah, And every time i get too high i think bout dying i want a diamond hearse
n*gga, i was broke as f*ck now when i shop I’m a designer junky
Yeah, don’t play me too close gon have me thinking that you up too something
Yeah, you don’t really lovе me b*tch you love the way i spеnd this money

[Verse]
Can't believe you did me wrong, I gave my all for nothin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Every time you call up, press the red button
Yeah n*gga, I'm outside, I’ll drop a dime , you’ll leave him dead for me
Lil b*tch I buy you anything up out the mall You drop that head for me
n*gga, every since i got rich They in the house, these n*ggas scared of me they know I drop that bag on him
b*tch yo n*gga come and slide his ass gon die just like his last homie
She get anything she want, anytime I want she put that ass on me
Twin If you see that car bend down that corner, dump your mag' on it
Yeah, same b*tch who wan' f*ck me used to pass on me, yeah
I see a opp all out in public, I'm gon' flash on 'em
n*gga I got rich, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, I dropped that bag on 'em
Moved out my city, they want me killed, I did a dash on 'em
Hey b*tch, do you really love me or you love I’m paid
I go buy a lemonade and then i pour my Quake'
And they just will pay me minimum wage, that money in the bank
Every time I'm sad I walk on stage and then I feel okay
Yeah, Keep extended mags on me, I won’t let em kill me
Yeah, all my opps some f*ckin' goners, I'm gon' make 'em feel me
Bro kill sh*t like corona a n*gga play then his ass still bleed
All mine's the day I want it, I play it smooth and keep it real, P
Yeah, you the one I want, the one I really need
I just can't believe you ain’t kept the real me
Yeah run a million up on that lil' b*tch, I signed my deal then leave
b*tch Go and find another n*gga that's really rich and keep it real as me (yeah, yeah)
[Chours]
Just popped a Roxy and now stomach hurt
They won’t take me out i keep some fire up in my undershirt
Yeah, you left me wondering why i kept on its like was nothing workin
Yeah, b*tch every time you hurt me i go run a purchase
Yeah, And every time i get too high i think bout dying i want a diamond hearse
n*gga, i was broke as f*ck now when i shop I’m a designer junky
Yeah, don’t play me too close gon have me thinking that you up too something
Yeah, you don’t really love me b*tch you love the way i spend this money