40 Bag - Antwon

I once smoked black tar at 1016 McKean

Now I live life like America’s next wet dream

On the back of the bus, sipping a cold OE

Alone, spliff lit, left hand chilling out the window

Bus driver tripping, I know he smell the indo

But I gotta catch a bus, for my shift at Kinko’s

And they really ain’t saying shit

So on payday I got a half-gram of white bitch

Christina Hendricks stuck on my tide stick

Bitch won’t stop texting me and neither will my mistress

Back on the, but don’t feel any different

Buzzing, ultra-magnificent

Need a rich vixen to take me out my momma’s pad

Used to live foul, now I’m so fucking rad

Bam Bam Bigelow when it comes to the rapping

Holes in the tight pants cause I’m staying ratchet

Ratchet ass nigga, nature boy swag

Who the fuck got twenty on a forty bag

Who the fuck got twenty on a forty bag

Who the fuck got twenty on a forty bag