somanybags Lyrics
So many bags (Woah)
So many bags (Woah), so many bags (Woah, woah)
So many bags (Woah), so many bags (Woah, woah)
So many mags (Woah), extended the mag (Woah)
Extended the mag (Woah), extended the mag (Woah, woah)
I’m totin’ KRISS-VECT (Woah), you know it’s a 10 mil’ (Woah)
He’s talkin’ like that, he must not know how the stick feel
The way she ridin’ me, yeah, you would think she was drivin’ the big wheel
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean [?], I jump out your bitch crib
Got so many mags, got so many bags
I’m servin’ them packs, you can get cut with an axe
I’m tweakin’, gotta relax
I’m fuckin’ up [?]
I’m pullin’ the hair out the head
It’s not real, so she not upset
Come on, bae, and let’s jump on a jet
Come on, bae
I’m in L.A., like Luka Doncic
I’m in L.A., I’m smokin’ on chronic
She in L.A. Rodeo shoppin’, she think she iconic
So many bags in her hand, she might be iconic (She stopped being honest)
So many bags, so many bags
So many bags, so many bags
So many mags, extended the mag
Extended the mag, extended the mag
I’m totin’ KRISS-VECT, you know it’s a 10 mil’
He’s talkin’ like that, he must not know how the stick feel
The way she ridin’ me, yeah, you would think she was drivin’ the big wheel
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean [?], I jump out your bitch crib
So many bags
So many bags, so many bags
So many bags, so many bags
