Bag on Ya Head Songtext
von Vado
Bag on Ya Head Songtext
You niggas need bricks
We in a drought
I′m in the field, you niggas want clout
I put a bag, I put a bag, bag on your head
I put a bag, I put a bag, bag on your head
Take me to 'em
No need to pray to man up above
Only Jesus these niggas know is the fuckin′ plug
What the fuck is this? Where the fuckin' drugs?
Open up the safe, hurry fuckin' up
Pistol whip his face, he keep fuckin′ up
Then put his fuckin′ fat ass in the fuckin' trunk
Nah, stop tellin′ me that I oughta chill
You really tried to run with a quarter mill'
To keep the pipeline ′posed to pay your water bill
Now a contract on you like you caught a deal
Why steal? You really need it all
Need the ball, flex on your ex nigga, evil
Tryin' to impress or you just won′t feed the cause
Another gun who employee that wanna be the boss
I already ate but goddamn
Doesn't mean take off my plate like goddamn
You a hot man
And this gon' be a slow kill
So you be sittin′ longer here than rock bands
Blam, you can′t backdoor here
Cross us, get clapped like a backboard here
Blam, shit pop off here
Try to move scared and get knocked off here
Blam, all we do around here
Hit the field no later than two around here
Blam, we quick to go, no fear
Shots in the air mean let it blow, no tears
Youngin pulled up like the fuck is up
All this money on his head, he don't even duck
He ain′t even scared, he don't keep it tucked
Got it sittin′ on his leg while he rollin' up
Gang shit, rollin′ like a wheelchair
Lot of bullets weave when it's real here
Murder for hire, the deeds of a millionaire
Never made a man bleed but he still feared
Yeah, they gotta do what they gotta do
So a crew sittin' patiently waitin′ to follow you
Dread head filled you with lead soon as they spotted you
Still ain′t dead then they gon' head straight to the hospital
Puttin′ on scrubs and gloves just like the doctors do
Checkin' every room while they takin′ bullets up out of you
Before the DTs can even ask who shot at you
Call a spade spade, they got three in the possible
Blam, you can't backdoor here
Cross us, get clapped like a backboard here
Blam, shit pop off here
Try to move scared and get knocked off here
Blam, all we do around here
Hit the field no later than two around here
Blam, we quick to go, no fear
Shots in the air mean let it blow, no tears
We in a drought
I′m in the field, you niggas want clout
I put a bag, I put a bag, bag on your head
I put a bag, I put a bag, bag on your head
Take me to 'em
No need to pray to man up above
Only Jesus these niggas know is the fuckin′ plug
What the fuck is this? Where the fuckin' drugs?
Open up the safe, hurry fuckin' up
Pistol whip his face, he keep fuckin′ up
Then put his fuckin′ fat ass in the fuckin' trunk
Nah, stop tellin′ me that I oughta chill
You really tried to run with a quarter mill'
To keep the pipeline ′posed to pay your water bill
Now a contract on you like you caught a deal
Why steal? You really need it all
Need the ball, flex on your ex nigga, evil
Tryin' to impress or you just won′t feed the cause
Another gun who employee that wanna be the boss
I already ate but goddamn
Doesn't mean take off my plate like goddamn
You a hot man
And this gon' be a slow kill
So you be sittin′ longer here than rock bands
Blam, you can′t backdoor here
Cross us, get clapped like a backboard here
Blam, shit pop off here
Try to move scared and get knocked off here
Blam, all we do around here
Hit the field no later than two around here
Blam, we quick to go, no fear
Shots in the air mean let it blow, no tears
Youngin pulled up like the fuck is up
All this money on his head, he don't even duck
He ain′t even scared, he don't keep it tucked
Got it sittin′ on his leg while he rollin' up
Gang shit, rollin′ like a wheelchair
Lot of bullets weave when it's real here
Murder for hire, the deeds of a millionaire
Never made a man bleed but he still feared
Yeah, they gotta do what they gotta do
So a crew sittin' patiently waitin′ to follow you
Dread head filled you with lead soon as they spotted you
Still ain′t dead then they gon' head straight to the hospital
Puttin′ on scrubs and gloves just like the doctors do
Checkin' every room while they takin′ bullets up out of you
Before the DTs can even ask who shot at you
Call a spade spade, they got three in the possible
Blam, you can't backdoor here
Cross us, get clapped like a backboard here
Blam, shit pop off here
Try to move scared and get knocked off here
Blam, all we do around here
Hit the field no later than two around here
Blam, we quick to go, no fear
Shots in the air mean let it blow, no tears
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