Текст песни Bag On Me - Kuddy Moneybag

They say yo thug working with them feds
You know my blood murkin for the bread
Yo bitch stinking need to close her legs my
Bitch classy an she super bad im still sending
Money to the feds them niggaz sending niggaz
To the feds my niggaz hungry an they busting
Heads them niggaz snitching they gon end up
Dead spinning corners with a infrared forty on
Me when i go to bed plus i keep one in the head
These niggaz really want to see me dead had my
Bloodzin play a bag on me he want my life an put
A tag on it thug told me don't slide on it them little
Homies they gon glide on it

Nigga said he got a bag on me Nola said
He red flagged homie black face home
Back on it he want a body i can read it on him
Nigga said he got a bag on me Nola said
He red flagged homie black face home
Back on it he want a body i can read it on him

Kuddy winning so im stacking up no drink nigga
Yeah i kicked the habbit cousin showed me how
To cut the magic hustlers no i never short the package
Flipping hard like im in gymnastics down in cali blowing
On the cabbage you can smell it coming through the plastic
You can hit it you aint gotta pass it switching lanes in an
Out of traffic im in Dallas feeling like a maverick took a
Trip down to the A trying to come up in a hundred ways
Phone jumping with a hundred strays came home to a
Hundred plays where im from you might catch a stray
Niggaz killing for a pair of j's real hitters aiming at the
Face man down murder broad day hundred round hit
Him with a k wasn't meant for him damn they hit him anyway

Nigga said he got a bag on me Nola said
He red flagged homie black face home
Back on it he want a body i can read it on him
Nigga said he got a bag on me Nola said
He red flagged homie black face home
Back on it he want a body i can read it on him