Testo I get the bag freestyle Young M.A.

I get the bag freestyle

You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Car came with a slut in it
Then I made the bitch cum in it
Double cupping it No lean just the red punch with the rum in it
Silky On, Fresh white tee with the Constructs on thugging it
The block hot so I'm tucking it
Glizzy came with a drum in it
Treat my Nina like my old hoe start acting up and I'm dumping it
I don't really play the scenes
Like AD I'm in the cut with it
Louis bag with the hunnits in it
Quarter million in it had to stuff it in it
Wake and bake in the oven with it
If it ain't skunkin I ain't fucking with it
White Cars with the black rims
But the inside peanut butter with it
Still gutter with it
Still Red Colors with it
Still blood for my brother with it
Benz truck put my mother in it
These checks keep on repeating
Bank account got a stutter in it
Bitch nigga I'm eating
Treat the pussy like a plumber nigga
Put my plunger in it She screaming
Kickin hoes out the Hotel
Like a punter with it They schemin
Not stupid or a sucker nigga
Hoes wanna come up I peep it
Young nigga from the concrete
Now I'm seeing palm trees
Tryna get a double R on my car keys and on the car seats
Pocket full of Parsley
Glock in arm reach Can't Harm me
Mix the Jungle juice with the Jamba juice now I'm feeling saucy
Feeling like the old me Can't hold me
In the hood still moving dolie
If you ain't gang gang Can't bro me
Can't say you love me gotta show me
She said its hard to communicate
Cause I only send emojis
I don't show no emotions
Can't let you know me (uh)
Swag dripping Nose bleed (uh)
Gave away my rollies ( uh)
They was getting old to me (uh)
I know that was bold of me (uh)
Niggas ain't as cold as me (uh)
Shordy got a whole nigga But she in the club poking me (uh)
Tryna get a hold of me (uh)
I should take her in the bathroom
But that would be the hoe in me (uh)
Ass looking like a baboon
Man fuck it bring the hoe with me (uh)
Covered up with Tattoos (uh)
It compliment the Polo Tees (uh)
If them haters got a attitude
Hit em with shoulder lean (uh)
Milly Rockin through the bad vibes
Time is money
And if it ain't about the money
I don't have time (man)
That slowed me down the last time (damn)
So I made that the last time
Now its stack rack time (uh)
Prolly been a wavy nigga
Like back back in my past time
All these funny looking niggas rapping
And they ain't really saying shit
And I won't say I hate the shit
I just won't play the shit
Still the Queen out the Brook
My crown still fit me right
Still in the streets like a city bike
Still posted like a city light
Hadda get my pennies right
Hadda change my diet up just to get me right
I remember plenty nights
Living that Henny life Never did me right
Now its more like plenty life
Can't settle down Gotta busy life
I already know what that kitty like
I'm just tryna see what that Bentley like
Cut a lot of niggas off
I bet they talk about me
Fuck what you think And fuck what you thought
Better off without me
I'm better off with less than more around me
Fake nigga walk around me
No security No cops Never had the Law around me
Prolly me and three niggas
I just gotta keep killing
Getting wins outta loses
Gotta keep Meek Millin'
We Living We Billin
Fat Blunts Weed spilling
I invested in the weed business
Cause I'm just tryna see millions
In the stu cooking up, cooking up
Hadda put my feet in it
When life threw me lemons
I made lemon squeeze with it
No I don't need women
I don't know how I could keep women
I think I'm a good nigga
But I guess they see different
Can't get a girl Pregnant
So I made my pockets pregnant
Money calling 9/11
Got 7 figures but I can't stop at 7
Naw man gotta get it
Getting guap till I die
Still get the guap in heaven
Cause me and God we connected
And we got a great connection (uh)
Praying with my pistol on me (uh)
But that's just for my my protection (uh)
Hennessy was my obsession (uh)
Just to get through my depression (uh)
That was kinda my confessions (uh)
We need more spittas
Less funny Looking niggas
That's just my suggestion