Lyrics
I got a bag no question, blowing gas out the vapor Question, fucking with me is a blessing
Listen he is not in my division, these niggas mad, baby i m pitching
no neighbors
listen he is not in my division
Sip on that mud straight from texas, i got a bag no question
Fucking with me is a blessing, i got a bag no question
told her to give me a second
new whip it look like the jetsons
Ain t about money, ain t about money, play them hoes like sega
fucking with me is a blessing
I got a bag no question, bobby kritical
Blowing gas out the vapor, told her to give me a second Question, told her to give me a second
New whip it look like the jetsons, i spend a grip on my necklace
Sip on that mud straight from texas, these niggas mad Camp, i got a bag no question
She let me crash, i got a bag no question, blowing gas out the vapor
Pulled up in shit that you never had nigga let drag, ain t about money
i got a bag no question
Don t test it, major flavor
baby i m pitching
Sip on that mud straight from texas, i pull up in shit that you never had Question, all of my niggas is reckless
Told her to give me a second, major flavor, new whip it look like the jetsons
she let me crash
Told her to give me a second, she let me crash, i spend a grip on my necklace
i got a bag no question