I run it up with these gas backs
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
I'm in my bag i could show you how to stack racks
When i send her on the road she brings the racks back
I got it on my waist you niggas got it in your backpack
All the fake love i had to trash that
I just got a new Benz, all matte black
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
They've been smoking on this gas, by the key
They like boy you always make the room reek
Feel like everyone hating lowkey
Ain't nobody help me get back on my feet
Ain't nobody care so i don't care about your peace
I'm a trash bag boy that's how they know me in the streets
In my city were i'm from we gon' serve at 13
You gon' try to make a bag without tryna make it seen
I know they see us coming, niggas know me on the way
You going to the top they wanna see us in the grave
If you don't use your gun throw it away
She a thot, she for the team she can't be saved
I dont want love i want money so i hit the road
You ain't really getting love, im on a different boat
I just wanna fuck they wanna love we ain't getting close
I put a mask and get a bag i swear i do the most
I run it up with these gas packs
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
I'm in my bag i could show you how to stack racks
When i send her on the road she brings the racks back
I got it on my waist you niggas got it in your backpack
All the fake love i had to trash that
I just got a new Benz, all matte black
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
Trash boys boy we gon pull up to your door
Now I flex I remember i was poor
Now smokin on this [?] packs and i want more
This ankle monitor made me miss out on tour
[Ay] this cold road made this goom
I smoke, I remenice RIP big [?]
From the SAV to LA we ain't smoking boof
I lost my kids but I'll be rich when they let me loose
I got a big ass bag i feel like Santa
Came out the county, so much money we done ran up
And i got a big, big blammer
Fucking on these bitches, they wanna fuck me all random
I run it up with these gas backs
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
I'm in my bag i could show you how to stack racks
When i send her on the road she brings the racks back
I got it on my waist you niggas got it in your backpack
All the fake love i had to trash that
I just got a new Benz, all matte black
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
I'm in my bag i could show you how to stack racks
When i send her on the road she brings the racks back
I got it on my waist you niggas got it in your backpack
All the fake love i had to trash that
I just got a new Benz, all matte black
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
They've been smoking on this gas, by the key
They like boy you always make the room reek
Feel like everyone hating lowkey
Ain't nobody help me get back on my feet
Ain't nobody care so i don't care about your peace
I'm a trash bag boy that's how they know me in the streets
In my city were i'm from we gon' serve at 13
You gon' try to make a bag without tryna make it seen
I know they see us coming, niggas know me on the way
You going to the top they wanna see us in the grave
If you don't use your gun throw it away
She a thot, she for the team she can't be saved
I dont want love i want money so i hit the road
You ain't really getting love, im on a different boat
I just wanna fuck they wanna love we ain't getting close
I put a mask and get a bag i swear i do the most
I run it up with these gas packs
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
I'm in my bag i could show you how to stack racks
When i send her on the road she brings the racks back
I got it on my waist you niggas got it in your backpack
All the fake love i had to trash that
I just got a new Benz, all matte black
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
Trash boys boy we gon pull up to your door
Now I flex I remember i was poor
Now smokin on this [?] packs and i want more
This ankle monitor made me miss out on tour
[Ay] this cold road made this goom
I smoke, I remenice RIP big [?]
From the SAV to LA we ain't smoking boof
I lost my kids but I'll be rich when they let me loose
I got a big ass bag i feel like Santa
Came out the county, so much money we done ran up
And i got a big, big blammer
Fucking on these bitches, they wanna fuck me all random
I run it up with these gas backs
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
I'm in my bag i could show you how to stack racks
When i send her on the road she brings the racks back
I got it on my waist you niggas got it in your backpack
All the fake love i had to trash that
I just got a new Benz, all matte black
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
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