Bags Under My Eyes P Money

[Hook]
Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas
Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas
They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys
But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys
Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas
Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas
They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys
But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys

[Verse 1]
You think you're well hard
You think you're bad, yeah? You think you're well hard
This don must've hit his head well hard
Mario World, you're fucking with a sheller
Yeah, I'm from south, got connects to the east
And them dargs there ain’t nothing like ‘wellard’
The end result might leave you in a pool
When my shooters catch you slipping like Gerrard
Suarez moments, big boi sheller
I kept it all bottled up, no cellar
Manaman got the low down from Shredda
Bang! Smash! Big boi, Stella
“P Money, 'llow it, you should know better”
I am the best, I don’t know no better
Shut your mouth, blud, tell me who’s better
Tired of this shit, someone tell this bredda
Look in my face