I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
Im cuffin that bag, Im cuffin that bag
And Im feelin real good, hell yeah
You talkin bout cash, you runnin up racks
And livin good, hell yeah
Jimmy Choos all on my feet
Diamonds, they all over me
Ear, neck and my wrist is on fleek
Please do not get too close to me
Baggin these niggas like groceries
Had to stay down til they noticed me
My shit on negative, four degrees
No hoe in my blood, aint no ho in me
Im with the bullshit, dont approach me
Im walkin round with it, its on me
They screamin, Hey Dolly, Im lowkey
I fronted him bags of the OG
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
Im drivin my car, I took me a bar
I pull up to Mars, hell yeah
I used to be young, I used to be small
But I do it larger now
These lil bitty boys, they better not start
Ill shoot em to God, oh yeah
I love when them boys try to play hard
Ima pull their card, oh yeah
Ayy, bae, do your thing, I aint stoppin you
My bitch want the money like prostitutes
I tell her to wait like a copper do
Ill tell her Doraah and tell Dolly too
The informant buy everything
Pussy nigga, better know they watchin you
Free Unfoonk, I got the Rolls Royce
Now they lookin sour like a lemon do
I was standin on the block
And I had on some Jimmy Choos, ayy
Never made a nigga do nothin crazy
And I was the general, ayy
When my brother died, I lost my heart
And I lost my ceilin too, ayy
Lil Doraah, tell these pussy niggas what you gotta say
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
Pull up sprayin, fuck with the clan
Im ready to die, hell yeah
Aint no free bands if you aint the fam
Yeah its whatever
Your talk is cheap, I got the AP
And it shine bright like the whip
You niggas done told, you niggas done fold
You niggas know yall know better
I told my bro, I told my sis I got em
Thats what matters
I keep my work and I got a lot right here
And its guarded with the Reta
Thugga I told you bout the bankroll
These niggas cant make us sweat
We on the road, sold out shows
I thank God for that
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin the bag
Oh no, no cuffin that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
Hes feelin real good, hell yeah