[Intro: Baglife Tee]

(A3 Music)

Okay, A3

Let me see how I'm finna get this bitch right quick

Baglife, nigga

I got it

I be in the C's, naw

I be in the streets

Alright

[Chorus: Baglife Tee]

I really used to thug with my niggas up on Genesee

Say it's smoke, my niggas really bomin', we gon' clear the scene

Chops hold a hundred, Dracos, we got .223s

Broke the wood on my Draco, this bitch chop through trees

[Verse 1: Baglife Tee]

Do you know what that mean?

You can try to run all you want, but you can't hide from me

I'm tryna shoot his gums through his throat, make him swallow teeth

[Verse 2: Iz Bo]

(Iz Bo)

Damn, Tee, he gon' swallow teeth

I tried to make some plays with cocain', but I can't find the fiends

Every day, we be on MLK, but ain't got time for dreams

For the cheese, we gon' have to sprеad a nigga, taco meat

Bullets hot, leavе your ass sweatin', need some jalapeñ'

Yeah, bitch, we are not a thing

Askin' what I got you from the mall, lil' baby, not a thing

Never miss with that badda-boom or that badda-bing

Ain't no Rosa Parks up in this bitch, you done lost your seat

[Verse 3: Baglife Tee]

You can smell the money all up on me, y'all talk be cheap

Walkin' all up on me like you know me gon' cost your teeth

Niggas be bologna with some— alright

Niggas be bologna, actin' phony with a piece of cheese

[Verse 4: Iz Bo]

Bitch, you lookin' dirty, lookin' homeless with them BDBs

Cross a nigga, then I cross again like I'm CP3

High as fuck, fallin' on my ass, this some weedy weed

I hit you, now you fallin', boy, you should've ate your Wheatie wheats

[Chorus: Baglife Tee]

I really used to thug with my niggas up on Genesee

Say it's smoke, my niggas really bomin', we gon' clear the scene

Chops hold a hundred, Dracos, we got .223s

Broke the wood on my Draco, this bitch chop through trees

[Verse 5: Iz Bo]

Aim it at his legs, make a nigga JuJu on the beat

They like, "Bo retarded, man, that boy went cuckoo on the beat"

Tee just asked who wanna shoot the gun, ooh, me, me, me

Said she got the matchin' bra and panties, bitch, let me see

[Verse 6: Baglife Tee]

Rollin' at the mall off a Xanny, bitch, let me be

Yeah, plus I got my cup

Turtle on my back, my arms tired tryna hold my cup

Check out my attire, shit be fire, I can't make this up

[Verse 7: Iz Bo]

I can tell Tee off the turtle, I can't wake him up

Like you ever seen a nigga sleep standin' up?

When you get a cut, that be the only time you banded up

We be doin' shit that make you wish you never ran with us

[Verse 8: Baglife Tee]

Plugged in the streets, niggas really bustin' brands for us

Glock 23, you gotta know we keep some Gens with us

We use Glocks when we speak— alright, okay

We use Glocks when we speak, you don't really wanna man with us

[Verse 9: Iz Bo]

It's funny how them tables turn, now we got your mans with us

Last year, couldn't buy shit to eat, but now we got them bands with us

Weed, shrooms, and the Percocets, we got them Xans with us

You'll feel a nigga punch you in your neck, we got them hands with us

Good in Beecher too, bitch, we got Fried and we got Gramz with us

Producers beat you too, bitch, we got AG and got Ben with us

Tee, this like the third opp this week, another one bites the dust

All the hoes be cuttin' your shit off 'cause you ain't hype as us

[Verse 10: Baglife Tee]

This nigga wrote a hundred lines this week, he still ain't nice as us

That shit still ass

Bitch booty came stiff as fuck, now that's a still ass

I can't make this up

I cheated on my bitch, then bought a pound, hope this make us up

This gon' break us up

I flew her best friend to Miami, she got—

Okay, I flew her best friend to Miami, she got her tummy tucked