Out The Bag

[Hook] I’m smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills To get some bitches running round I’m smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills To get some bitches running round [Verse 1] My youngings fucking run the town, you flex they gonna gun you down Hit your block with a hundred rounds Make you hardest nigga in your hood lay it down I’m flexing with a sack now, shooters on my payroll Shooting at a snap now I’m smoking out the pound now, my fingers I keep bad bitches wrapped now I’m in the club, hunneds on the ground Got a bad bitch, slim waist her ass round Flocka in the club it’s going down, young richie rich, keep a bad bitch, waka flocka [Hook] I’m smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills To get some bitches running round I’m smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills To get some bitches running round [Verse 2] I’m riding in the ghost now, no rims just factory Got the word that the fuck boys is after me You gonna need an army thinking bout catching me I came from the crack block, never talk to a cop That’s not me, nigga disrespect then you know it’s click pop You know how a nigga rock, tattoos diamond grill, and some dread locks, flocka Grandma I ain’t gonna stop, till that million dollar check get dropped in your mailbox [Hook x2]