I be smoking all day for real, nigga
Nigga smoke like an ounce a day, niggas don't be smokin' like this (I need a blunt, though, for real, ayy)
Y'all niggas don't be smokin' like this, nigga, we smoking
Tryna roll a blunt
We smoking zaza, niggas smoking haha, nigga
(RonRon load it up, RonRon load it up)
Shit, racks on me
Nigga, we done ran it up with these gas packs, nigga
Trash bags full of gas, nigga (Nigga look like Santa)
All these trash bags, nigga, I look like Santa (Big-ass bags, nigga)
Parkside Baby (Trash bag boy, nigga)
Ayy (RonRon, do that shit)
I ran 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 bring the racks back
I got it on my waist, you niggas got it in y'all backpacks
All the fake lovin', had to trash that
I just got a new Benz, all matte black
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
They be smoking on this gas by the ki'
They like, "Boy, you always make the room reek"
I feel like everybody hatin' low-key
Ain't nobody help me get back on my feet
Ain't nobody care, so I don't care about your P's
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 thirteen
We gon' try to make a bag without tryna make a scene
I know they see us coming, niggas know me on the way
We 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 don't want love, I want money, so I hit the road
You ain't really getting love, I'm on a different boat
I just wanna fuck, they wanna love, we ain't getting close
I put on mask and get a bag, I swear I do the most
I ran 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 bring the racks back
I got it on my waist, you niggas got it in y'all backpacks
All the fake lovin', had to trash that
I just got a new Benz, all matte black
I feel like Santa with these trash bags
Trash bag boys, we gon' pull up to your door
Now I flex, I remember I was poor
Been smokin' on this groove, I know there's packs and I want more
This ankle monitor made me miss out on tour
Ayy, this cold road made us goons
I smoke, I reminisce, R.I.P. Big Goon
From the SAV to LA, we ain't smoking boof
I watch 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 ranned up
And I got a big, big blammer
Fucking on these bitches, they wanna fuck me all random
I ran 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 bring the racks back
I got it on my waist, you niggas got it in y'all backpacks
All the fake lovin', 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
Ayy, with these trash bags
Trash bag boy
I'm a trash bag boy, uh
Nigga, uh, ayy
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