somanybags

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 ten mill' (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 slidin' out in a Maybach, yeah, I just left your bitch crib

Got so many mags, got so many bags

I'm servin' them packs, you can get cut with a axe

I'm too geeked up to relax

I'm fuckin' the soul out her back

I'm pullin' the hair out her head

It's not real, so she not upset

Come here, baе, and let's jump on a jet

Come hеre, bae

I'm in LA like Luka Dončić

I'm in LA, I'm smokin' on chronic

She in LA Rodeo shoppin', she think she iconic

So many bags in her hand, she might be iconic

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 ten mill'

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 slidin' out in a Maybach, yeah, I just left your bitch crib

So many bags

So many bags, so many bags

So many bags, so many bags