Gw Bag Songtext
von Rock

Uh huh, it′s very few things that I love in my life
My money, my music, and fuckin' all night
Good weed, bitches, and guns
Good weed, bitches, and guns
It′s very few things that I love in my life
My daughter Raquel, that's the love of my life
Good weed, bitches, and guns
Good weed, bitches, and guns

Top of the morning
Ain't nothing better than waking up to top in the morning
Nothing worse than a nigga pushing off your top in the morning
Besides popping up on the wake and popping off the top in the morning
I will mop up the floor with your rock and afford driving across
Country taking money that′s probably yours, trying to floss
That ain′t a chain, that's a necklace


Drop one squares in a row like Tetris
Nigga, Rock trying to get to this dough, exit
I done robbed plenty niggas for dough, breadsticks
Click shells, nigga, eggs, bitch
Serve you niggas breakfast
Shit ain′t no deeper, eclectic as death, bitch
Listen, shots pouring, no a nigga ain't sipping ′em cool
With a .45 Colt, call me Chill Eddie Williams

Nigga, don't take it there, I′m taking care of mine
Take this L and smoke it, you gon' take an L, here's a light

Uh huh, it′s very few things that I love in my life
My money, my music, and fuckin′ all night
Good weed, bitches, and guns
Good weed, bitches, and guns
It's very few things that I love in my life
My daughter Raquel, that′s the love of my life
Good weed, bitches, and guns
Good weed, bitches, and guns

Listen, I'm living Sackman Street slash Trigger Tradition
We different from even niggas we kin with, I need distance
Got no time nor the attention span to listen to your bitch shit
Get your grip, nigga, or get a grip, nigga

Get you a bitch and get a grip, nigga
If I made you a movie, get a grip, nigga

Light this shit up, I stick to the script with it
It′s back to business, dip snitches and spit sickness


First of my kind to ever rap like this
If you could rap like this, you don't act like this
Jesus posed for a hug, somehow shorty grabbed my dick
Ain′t no accident if she acts, I dinner her insides
That's just it, hold up, pass my spliff
That's Rock L like, that′s my kid (See what I did there?)
Greatest of all time, GOAT, ask my kid
And my nigga P.A. hit the scene and I′m still mad like shit

Uh huh, it's very few things that I love in my life
My money, my music, and fuckin′ all night
Good weed, bitches, and guns
Good weed, bitches, and guns
It's very few things that I love in my life
My daughter Raquel, that′s the love of my life
Good weed, bitches, and guns
Good weed, bitches, and guns