"POUND BAGS" lyrics

Goddamn, servin' fast, nigga ([?])
Go to the store, man, we ran out
Real talk
Yeah

Pound bags, I keep runnin' out
I'm finna run in your mama house
I heard you pussy, that's word to mouth
My clips goin', my clips goin' empty
Bitch nigga, don't tempt me
Fuck six, get ten feet
No, nigga, we really not sweet
Y'all niggas shit, really not heat
I tell her, "No, I did not cheat" (Nope)
You the sidewalk, you is not street

Boy, you a pig, that is not beef
How you so broke with no cash?
How she so thick with no ass?
Why she keep textin' all caps?
Nigga (Uh), told my opps need all cash
Better have it or die when I drove past
I hit the dirt, it was so fast
How you love every bitch but you don't smash? (Uh, uh, uh)
How you love every bitch but you don't (Uh)
Baby, you need to go hit the store
Pound bags keep runnin' low
Trap seal, everything gotta go
Police outside, knock a nigga door
Don't got no friends, but I got the pole
I love the Percocet's, make me glow
Codeine and Percocet's make me slow

Pound bags, I keep runnin' out
I'm finna run in your mama house
I heard you pussy, that's word to mouth
My clips goin', my clips goin' empty
Bitch nigga, don't tempt me
Fuck six, get ten feet
No, nigga, we really not sweet
Y'all niggas shit, really not heat
I tell her, "No, I did not cheat" (Nope)
You the sidewalk, you is not street

This a Range Rover, it's not Jeep
These are Amari's, it's not cheap
My windows tinted, I blind creep
If he talk out, I knock teeth, nigga