(Chorus)
I got the dewey on in this drop top, let the top down
Did the two step in my Margiellas now the bad bitches on my cock now
When I was 17, got a red beam told myself I don’t box now
This that legendary, that real shit, this that coming straight out of Pottstown
Hey, bag up again
I got to bag up again
Show em we bagging again
Real niggas bagging again
They just don’t want me to win
But we up a hundred and ten
We was just chasing a bag so we jumped over the fence
Look at the foreign I’m in
I’m about to roll up again
I’m about to po’ up again
Then I’m a roll up again
We about to bag up again
We about to bag up again
Show em we bagging again
Real niggas bagging again
(Verse 1)
I’m in the trap and I’m bagging
In the game like Madden
This pocket rocket sitting in my pocket it’ll make a nigga do a backflip
Work disappear like magic
On the block I’m magic
I’m tailor made, you Minute Maid we are not from the same fabric
At KOP I done spent a check I spent 35 on my jacket
If I say some, bet I get it done, we ain’t never been into capping
Expensive shit if I ain’t matching
Stretch a nigga gymnastics
It’s a lot of talk but ain’t none shake, I can't let these niggas get at me
Ball on niggas no jersey
42 James Worthy
Catch a nigga while he slipping up, now it’s aw lord have mercy
Rush hour all early
On the block 5:30
All one hundred shit we don’t play with feds, we moving out if they lurking
Fuck friends y’all can be fake I got all my friends in this 30
We need guarantees ‘fore we get the check or you ain’t never getting my service nigga
(Chorus)
I got the dewey on in this drop top, let the top down
Did the two step in my Margiellas now the bad bitches on my cock now
When I was 17, got a red beam told myself I don’t box now
This that legendary, that real shit, this that coming straight out of Pottstown
Hey, bag up again
I got to bag up again
Show em we bagging again
Real niggas bagging again
They just don’t want me to win
But we up a hundred and ten
We was just chasing a bag so we jumped over the fence
Look at the foreign I’m in
I’m about to roll up again
I’m about to po’ up again
Then I’m a roll up again
We about to bag up again
We about to bag up again
Show em we bagging again
Real niggas bagging again
(Verse 2)
They done fucked up, I done lucked up
So what’s what?
You could fuck with me in my younger days but nowadays you gone touch what
I got a roster full and I’m on call
Pray one day that we all ball
When you come to me I need the right amount cause the last nigga got rolled off
I don’t come at one, I come at whole tents
I’m probably top ten
If I’m not ten I got mops in
I got shit to keep ya whole block in
On the outside they want tear us down, so I keep my whole circle boxed in
I don’t care what he doing for you, if he switching sides got to watch him
Hey, y’all niggas wait on the pussy
Hey, y’all Marvin Gaye with the pussy
Hey, since I’m a dog I give her the bone I don’t be saving the pussy
Hey, I do my thing in the pussy
Hey, I let it rain in the pussy
Hey, I don’t like girls who don’t like my bitch, me Mary Jane and the pussy
Niggas cop out on the beef, so I get sick with the pen
Fucked her at one of her shows, next week she leaving her man
(Chorus)
I got the dewey on in this drop top, let the top down
Did the two step in my Margiellas now the bad bitches on my cock now
When I was 17, got a red beam told myself I don’t box now
This that legendary, that real shit, this that coming straight out of Pottstown
Hey, bag up again
I got to bag up again
Show em we bagging again
Real niggas bagging again
They just don’t want me to win
But we up a hundred and ten
We was just chasing a bag so we jumped over the fence
Look at the foreign I’m in
I’m about to roll up again
I’m about to po’ up again
Then I’m a roll up again
We about to bag up again
We about to bag up again
Show em we bagging again
Real niggas bagging again
