Cash Kidd – That One Bag Lyrics (Damazin Beats)
That’s what bag you in, man?
Woo
Huh, yeah, ayy
Dumb a– n—-, huh
Don’t get shot in your s—, drunk a– n—-, huh
Ayy
Huh
Yeah, Maze made the beat, dumb a– n—-, huh
I got Guccis on my feet, bum a– n—-, ayy
Say she got a boyfriend, f— that n—-, ayy
She gon’ f— ’cause I’m in that one bag, n—-, ayy
Maze made the beat, dumb a– n—-, ayy
I got Guccis on my feet, bum a– n—-, huh
Say she got a boyfriend, f— that n—-, ayy
She gon’ f— ’cause I’m in that one bag, n—-, ayy
Real, real deep in that one bag
Told Mell don’t shoot him, he said f— that
Every time an opp die, we the suspects
If Ashton Kutcher ever punked me, I might up mag
Paranoid, split a n—- top like a Runtz pack
All my hoes leave ’cause I’m a dog, but they come back
B—-, stop staring while you s—–’, I’ma nut fast
Ridin’ ’round with the whacker on me like I cut grass
Yeah, if you see me out, I brought the pole
Lost my buffs in a shootout, woke up, bought some more
Just got blew by a fan for so long, I caught a cold
Man, what the f— I’m gon’ do with all these hoes?
You know pimpin’ ain’t easy
Told my hitman, “I like the way you did that right there”
B—-, I ain’t Chingy
When I say I got my cake up, I ain’t clingy
Just left a famous b—- on red, I ain’t easy, b
Yeah, Maze made the beat, dumb a– n—-, huh
I got Guccis on my feet, bum a– n—-, ayy
Say she got a boyfriend, f— that n—-, ayy
She gon’ f— ’cause I’m in that one bag, n—-, ayy
Maze made the beat, dumb a– n—-, ayy
I got Guccis on my feet, bum a– n—-, huh
Say she got a boyfriend, f— that n—-, ayy
She gon’ f— ’cause I’m in that one bag, n—-, ayy (ShittyBoyz)
Woke up feelin’ like the s— today
Deep in that one bag ’til the zipper break
Turned nothin’ into ten, that’s some wizard play
At J Alleys pissed off, I want a bigger steak
Thrust god from the cradle to the grave
Feel like Tim Duncan, every play off the bank
If you ready for the deep, jump off the plank
Cannon on my side like it came off a tank
Whole town on my back, Karl Anthony
Four-oh kit, b—-, I got a card detached on me
Tin Man, I ain’t got a heart, actually
Stick in the spaceship like I guard the galaxy
On the dark web, yeah, I’m doin’ half-offs
Good heat, I might CPN a Trackhawk
All that lyin’, you will get your cap snatched off
B—- think I’m h—- ’cause I told her I get jacks off
Yeah, Maze made the beat, dumb a– n—-, huh
I got Guccis on my feet, bum a– n—-, ayy
Say she got a boyfriend, f— that n—-, ayy
She gon’ f— ’cause I’m in that one bag, n—-, ayy
Maze made the beat, dumb a– n—-, ayy
I got Guccis on my feet, bum a– n—-, huh
Say she got a boyfriend, f— that n—-, ayy
She gon’ f— ’cause I’m in that one bag, n—-, ayy
(Damazin Beats)
