bandgang masoe, babyface ray & peezy – blow a bag lyrics
[intro: bandgang masoe]
send the coast guard please
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
we ’bout to rain this b+tch out
girl, move the f+ck out the way
[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
better send the coast guard, bro just came in with a fifty
and it’s twenty other n+ggas with a ten, that’s two+fifty
them k!llers, gorillas, and drug dealers came with me
way before corona, we was puttin’ n+ggas six feet
tell a waitress bring the ones and put sparklers on my bottle
i know them n+ggas watchin’, so we bringin’ every hollow
just bring that money box out, ho, what you lookin’ shocked for?
you probably f+ckin’ with a n+gga that ain’t got a row
let’s spend it all, i ain’t worriеd ’bout the bill (at all)
we in herе rainin’ like we just signed a deal (on my mama, n+gga)
oh sh+t, they done got me off a pill (i be trippin’)
now i’m on the stage trippin’, clutchin’ on my steel
b+tch, leave the club if you ain’t tryna spend no money (b+tch)
ran out of ones, i done start rainin’ hundreds
type of n+gga that’ll catch it and punt it (indeed)
you ain’t rainin’ ’cause your ass been gettin’ fronted, n+gga
[chorus: bandgang masoe]
tell the waitress keep ’em comin’, n+gga, we ain’t never stressin’
you might see me throwin’ money, then throwin’ up the set, b+tch
you better not make me mad ’cause we’ll spend a bag
i’m talkin’ ’bout spend a n+gga kit just to see some ass
tell the waitress keep ’em comin’, n+gga, we ain’t never stressin’
you might see me throwin’ money, then throwin’ up the set, b+tch better not make me mad ’cause we’ll spend a bag
i’m talkin’ throwin’ a n+gga kit just to see some ass, money
[verse 2: babyface ray]
ayy, who that fly n+gga blow takin’ e pills?
i’ma need ten mil’ to resign for real
hood star, fast car, n+gga buyin’ all the seals
we don’t cry, it’s the art of war, k!ll or be k!lled, n+gga
f+ck a name
you see me bust if i try tuck the shaq, i ain’t never did nothin’ lame
there and back with the load, you never did a one+a+day
crib in the ‘burbs, still’ll never put my gun away
you too humble, face, pop your sh+t
rose gold white, who got a watch like this?
j+panese denim, hop out chopsticks
bruce leroy, exclusive kicks, chop bricks, n+gga
[verse 3: peezy]
hop out on rodeo, hoes takin’ pics
i done got famous, need security to take a p+ss
richer than a motherf+cker, i can’t even fake it
got so many hoes wanna work for me, might move to vegas
in a maybach, black and silver like the oakland raiders
twenty+two platinum rollie cost a hundred, no debatin’
i ain’t f+cked up about it, if she throw it, i won’t take it
i done hit the coldest sh+t in the city, bro basic
richest n+gga from my hood, when they see me, they gon’ chase it
type of sh+t that you do twice a year is everyday sh+t
real n+gga seminar, miss me with the fake sh+t
you ain’t see ’em ride past? that’s them in the sp+ceship
i been in the toughest situations, i ain’t say sh+t
black 560, white range rover, me and ray sh+t
knock ’em down side+to+side, steph and klay sh+t
ghetto boyz ent, don’t get caught when the wave hit
[outro: peezy]
don’t you ever go against the fam
ayy, mas
family sh+t, n+gga, yeah
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
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