Lyrics Big Bag (feat. Dolly White & Young Thug) - Lil Keed

(A tsunami warning has been issued)

I let the jet speed off, uh
I crave a million dollars, uh
These niggas lookin' sour, uh
I prayed up my toddlers, uh
I blew out the tires, uh
The Bugatti is too fast for me, uh
Took off on a pill, who asked for me? Uh
She suck on that dick gradually, uh

I grew up on sand, baby
I don't know 'bout this bitch, she a fan, baby
I don't fuck with this nigga he ran, baby
I don't fuck with this bitch, not a man, baby
Got this drip on my wrist she gon' glance at it
I don't want that lil car if your man had it
Peanut butter the guts in a 911
AK-47 with nuts and you very scary (ay)

What's the optimistic?
I been out the trenches
What's the option given when you born a killer?
I been servin' babies, fuck a babysitter
I been nuttin' on her, never ever kiss hеr
I just talk to God, not a fuckin' pillow
I don't fuck with fraud, I'm a real young nigga
Shawty keep me hard 'cause I'm havin' millions
And I'm so dеtermined, nigga

Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at
Got a new four-door with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that

I remember I was really lonely
Now I got hundreds on me, yeah
I'm splurgin' with it
Pushin' up in a matte-black Tahoe, yeah
I'm havin' slimes in it
Told that girl I never rush
I'm always take my time in it'
Biscotti that we hotboxin'
You can come and get high with me

Uh, nigga ever play, we leave him dead, uh
Third shot hit him in the head, uh
Never hatin', I ain't never pressed, uh
You can pull a blick when you scared (uh)
Yeah, air it out, you made the wrong turn (air it out, uh)
Told Gotit pass the hoe it's my turn (my turn, uh)
Everything I got, nigga, hard-earned, uh
And I ain't been to sleep in the early mornin

Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at
Got a new four-door with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that

Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at
Got a new four-door with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that

Don't ever think that you counted me out (countin' me out)
I walk up in Jeffrey, I'm cashin' out (I'm cashin' out)
Thirty some thou for my bag, it ain't out (it ain't out)
Three hundred thou' on my rollie, watch out (watch out)
Don't ever play with me, I'll air that shit out (air that shit out)
I don't own this beat, but I'm walkin' it out (walkin' it out)
I'm runnin' in circles, these bitches exhausted (exhausted)
Give me a minute, this shit gonna cost you
I want the money mention when you talkin

I'm shootin' my shot, you will think I'm James Harden
Put some respect on my shit clear the way when I'm walkin' (when I'm walkin')
The fuck is you sayin'? I want all of my m's, no Barbie (no Barbie)
It's a slime party
You know that you're welcome to party (party, woo)

Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at
Got a new four-door with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that

Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat
I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at
Got a new four-door with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that