[Chorus: bleood]
I just wanna get that bag
Stepping all over on yo' ass
In function, yeah, I swag
Yo' bitch love my bag
Put her ass on some
In the back, fucking beat
We looking rad
All these n***as turning on '34
He get-He get wacked-He get wacked
N***a, put my bag, turban
These drugs too bad
It's too easy, my bag
In function, yo' bitch getting smashed
You ain't on shit, n***a, you cap
I sell you anything, got a tag
We gon' take her to the motherfucking back
Making money off these motherfucking tracks
I just wanna get that bag
Stepping all over on yo' ass
In function, yeah, I swag
Yo' bitch love my bag
Put her ass on some
In the back, fucking beat
We looking rad
All these n***as turning on '34
He get-He get wacked-w-w-w-w-wacked-He get wack-wack-wacked-ed-ed
[Verse: Acid Souljah & zuro]
Pull up-Pull up with straps
This look a scary movie
I look like I'm Leather Face, and it's normal
Up as fuck, so she hit me up, tryna give me face
Everyone know we up, so they try, and take our place
SEB, 1c, bitch we first place
Bitch, I'm driving 'round with drugs on the interstate
If the feds try to pull me over, then I'm going cray, cray
Then I'm screaming like I'm Luke Kane
All-All-All-All-All acids-acids, damn I think I lost my brain-my brain
Pistolero in the back, off a Oxy'
I'm really based, that's why all them bitches on me
Pistolero in the back, off a Oxy'
I'm really based, that's why all these bitches on
We swag as fuck, and that's why they like to copy
I'm coming up, bitch, you cannot stop me
SEB in this bitch, we make hella' mun'
1c in this bitch, yeah, we coming up
I love all my bros, I swear that we all in love (Yo, it's your boy nick zuro, run that shit back, n***a)

[Chorus: bleood]
I just wanna get that bag
Stepping all over on yo' ass
In function, yeah, I swag
Yo' bitch love my bag
Put her ass on some
In the back, fucking beat
We looking rad
All these n***as turning on '34
He get-He get wacked-He get wacked
N***a, put my bag, turban
These drugs too bad
It's too easy, my bag
In function, yo' bitch getting smashed
You ain't on shit, n***a, you cap
I sell you anything, got a tag
We gon' take her to the motherfucking back
Making money off these motherfucking tracks