40 Bag

[Verse 1: Antwon] I once smoked black tar at 1016 McKean Now I live life like America's next wet dream On the back of the bus, sipping a cold OE He alone, spliff lit, 'eft hand chilling out the window Bus driver tripping, I know he smell the endo But I gotta catch a bus, for my shift at Kinko's And they really ain't saying shit So on payday I got a half-gran of white bitch Christina Hendrix stuck on my tide stick Bitch won't stop texting me and neither will my mistress Back on the [?], but don't feel any different Buzzing, ultra-magnificent Need a rich vixen to take me out my momma's pad Used to live foul, now I'm so fucking rad Bam Bam Bigelow when it comes to the rapping Hoes in the tight pants cause I'm staying ratchet [Hook x2] Ratchet ass nigga, nature boy swag Who the fuck got twenty on a forty bag Who the fuck got twenty on a forty bag Who the fuck got twenty on a forty bag