"2020 Bag" lyrics
(Pablo, you so raw)
(His name's Pablo)
Beat a nigga in his head 'til my hand tired
Pour a three of red in an Everfresh papaya
On my way on Mors road, finna bust this up a script at Meijers
I'm tryna fuck again. her pussy got a better grip than pliers
You want a deal, shit? I got some better hit than Mike Tyson
A white dog in a rental stray one, gotta fight fire
I'm real good at math, I can add, but I don't like science
I can stuff a forty-ball in hundreds in some Nike joggies
Talkin' shit smokin' 'Woods, I feel like Shannon Sharpe
Make you think you got electrocuted when the cannon spark
Made a lot of pros off sellin' O's in the letter R
Sittin' in the crib and made the most off rap, don't forget the tether part
Online shoppin', goin' crazy, I got a heavy cart
I'm finna buy so much shit, I need a second cart
Raised in the slums in Flint, you grew up in the better part
Got ice on, so it's lights on when we fuck like I'm scared of dark
Tryna lose these lil' pounds I got, but I ain't scared to eat
Bitch, up a roll on them broke hoes, don't embarrass me
Fucked a crazy bitch good, then woke up to this bitch starin' at me
I think I just drunk too much lean, I can barely breathe
Bro, your Rollie phony, I just heard it tick-tock
I'm ridin' 'round with Glocks lookin' for opps, then makin' TikToks
Rinse the pint bottle when we done, get every drip drop
I'm bein' me and talkin' big shit, this ain't Hip-Hop
Watch my nigga go from eight to twenty-four like I'm Rick Fox
Now we tryna cook a half a brick, I need a big pot
We only finna pour a four, don't bring no big pop
Before I throw the bottle out, I gotta lick the top
Brodie got a hundred on that bitch, he'll flick the cops
I'll eat some dope if we get flicked, but I ain't lickin' twat
Still in the booth droppin' shit off Percs, it's only 6 o'clock
Still at the top, it's gon' be so hard for you to kick me off
Jump out on tip, up the blick and let the pistol off
Almost broke, had to recycle toilet paper, wash that tissue off
Quit muggin' me, I'll get it poppin', what's the issue, dog?
Lost Quanny, that shit traumatized me, damn, I miss my dog
Thirty racks in dubs on me, now it's time to play
I'm so high, if I close my eyes, I might fly away
Don't think I'm friendly 'cause I rap, you can die today
He caught a case, pokes him in the joint and threw his life away
Damn, it happened all the time
I barely got time to see my son, I'm rappin' all the time
In the brib, tried to hold Mike, like why you flashin' all them 5s?
Now we somewhere reachin' in our pockets wrestlin' out a dime
Left my watch at home, I ain't tryna be flashy all the time
I just call the opps Bhad Bhabie, I'm always catchin' 'em outside
I said I love you, I was tryna fuck you, nasty bitch, I lied
You let your mans diss me in a song and asked him can he fight?
Or we can shoot these bitches too if you ain't tryna scrap
Stop callin' my phone, damn, I'm tryna rap
I had withdrawls, I turned into a baby, where my mama at?
You gettin' taxed, it's a thousand for a pound, you ain't got no bag
Yeah
Ayy, I'm back in that one bag too, nigga
2020 shit, nigga, Ghetto Boyz, shit, nigga, it's Rio
Mmm
Testers 3, nigga
Y'all can't handle me
Testers
Catch another play
Then catch another body, then switch the day
Catch another, pssh, then switch states
It's bigface
It's the big face
Forty-two millimeter, it's the big face
I can tuck a Draco, I got a big waist
(His name's Pablo)
Beat a nigga in his head 'til my hand tired
Pour a three of red in an Everfresh papaya
On my way on Mors road, finna bust this up a script at Meijers
I'm tryna fuck again. her pussy got a better grip than pliers
You want a deal, shit? I got some better hit than Mike Tyson
A white dog in a rental stray one, gotta fight fire
I'm real good at math, I can add, but I don't like science
I can stuff a forty-ball in hundreds in some Nike joggies
Talkin' shit smokin' 'Woods, I feel like Shannon Sharpe
Make you think you got electrocuted when the cannon spark
Made a lot of pros off sellin' O's in the letter R
Sittin' in the crib and made the most off rap, don't forget the tether part
Online shoppin', goin' crazy, I got a heavy cart
I'm finna buy so much shit, I need a second cart
Raised in the slums in Flint, you grew up in the better part
Got ice on, so it's lights on when we fuck like I'm scared of dark
Tryna lose these lil' pounds I got, but I ain't scared to eat
Bitch, up a roll on them broke hoes, don't embarrass me
Fucked a crazy bitch good, then woke up to this bitch starin' at me
I think I just drunk too much lean, I can barely breathe
Bro, your Rollie phony, I just heard it tick-tock
I'm ridin' 'round with Glocks lookin' for opps, then makin' TikToks
Rinse the pint bottle when we done, get every drip drop
I'm bein' me and talkin' big shit, this ain't Hip-Hop
Watch my nigga go from eight to twenty-four like I'm Rick Fox
Now we tryna cook a half a brick, I need a big pot
We only finna pour a four, don't bring no big pop
Before I throw the bottle out, I gotta lick the top
Brodie got a hundred on that bitch, he'll flick the cops
I'll eat some dope if we get flicked, but I ain't lickin' twat
Still in the booth droppin' shit off Percs, it's only 6 o'clock
Still at the top, it's gon' be so hard for you to kick me off
Jump out on tip, up the blick and let the pistol off
Almost broke, had to recycle toilet paper, wash that tissue off
Quit muggin' me, I'll get it poppin', what's the issue, dog?
Lost Quanny, that shit traumatized me, damn, I miss my dog
Thirty racks in dubs on me, now it's time to play
I'm so high, if I close my eyes, I might fly away
Don't think I'm friendly 'cause I rap, you can die today
He caught a case, pokes him in the joint and threw his life away
Damn, it happened all the time
I barely got time to see my son, I'm rappin' all the time
In the brib, tried to hold Mike, like why you flashin' all them 5s?
Now we somewhere reachin' in our pockets wrestlin' out a dime
Left my watch at home, I ain't tryna be flashy all the time
I just call the opps Bhad Bhabie, I'm always catchin' 'em outside
I said I love you, I was tryna fuck you, nasty bitch, I lied
You let your mans diss me in a song and asked him can he fight?
Or we can shoot these bitches too if you ain't tryna scrap
Stop callin' my phone, damn, I'm tryna rap
I had withdrawls, I turned into a baby, where my mama at?
You gettin' taxed, it's a thousand for a pound, you ain't got no bag
Yeah
Ayy, I'm back in that one bag too, nigga
2020 shit, nigga, Ghetto Boyz, shit, nigga, it's Rio
Mmm
Testers 3, nigga
Y'all can't handle me
Testers
Catch another play
Then catch another body, then switch the day
Catch another, pssh, then switch states
It's bigface
It's the big face
Forty-two millimeter, it's the big face
I can tuck a Draco, I got a big waist
