TACKKET – bags Lyrics

bags – TACKKET Lyrics

My brodie, he got Glock and switch, he put button through doors

Got white girls off that white girl doing coke inside my home

I start- I start mixing pills into the Wock’, this drat science

I hit a hundred k and feel the same, I’m not trying

I went broke and made it back the same day, I’m not lying

Not even for no hoe, I ain’t doing no crying

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(Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)

(Z- Zaan) (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

Got a bad lil’ shawty, I told her ass to hop up in this ghost

We whipping bricks by the stove

The xannies make me slow, the perkys made me froze

I’m rolling off that Molly water, and I fucked your hoe

My brodie, he got Glock and switch, he put button through doors

Got white girls off that white girl doing coke inside my home

Switching lanes, while your hoe, she gave me brain

Bitch, I’m in the trap, smoking 3.5s to the face

I might be getting lazy, sipping Codeine every day

‘JB’ killed the Act’, so I’m stucking sipping the Quag’

They been known I’m the goat, I get the bag, it’s not the same

These bitches broke, they mans a joke, yeah, all y’all is some lames

You do this shit for show, bitch, I’m not playing no games

Yeah, soaring through the skies, I don’t got no pilot

Every day I’m dripped down, I don’t got no stylist

I’m still whipping wheels, I don’t got no license

My young bouls wilding, they ain’t got no guidance

I start mixing pills into the Wock’, this drat science

I hit a hundred k and feel the same, I’m not trying

I went broke and made it back the same day, I’m not lying

Not even for no hoe, I ain’t doing no crying

I was down bad, now I’m getting to them racks

You know how we coming, bruh, I’m in this bitch with Tack’

I’m like, ‘hello hyrim’, bitch, I hit the devil from the back

Ask me why I don’t love hoes no more, my old bitch was a gnat

Ask me where I get these clothes from, I got rich off selling packs

I’m in the trap, but I don’t stay there, it’s just where my people at

It’s not o-d-rat, lil’ bitch, I make sure I’m the only drat

Hell nah, we not tight, I just make sure I get my bag

Yeah, I make sure he get his bag

It’s me and drat, sliding in the ‘scat, and we going fast

Windows tinted, so you can’t see us when we pull out the strap

Hedi jeans, I still fit micro drac’, it got extended mag

This dirty bitch, I made her suck my dick after I break her back

Yeah, I don’t care, the only thing I’m worried about is my fucking racks

I’m popping pills the same color as the 50s in my stack

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