Big Bag - Meekz

Gotta get mine a fast way

Quick money cash way, ski mask way

I treat today like my last day

I fuck a bitch from the back, she scream my man’s name

Gang way, gang way, gang way

I’m too good for my own good

We can all be bad thugs, I know it’s hard to show love

I’ve realized now I’ve grown up

Big guap, big pack, big jazz

Big bag, I’ll have your bitch mad

Big flicky or the big guap?

I’m going sick mad, all I know is sick trap

I’m hitting missions and we did grafts

My life’s been a bit mad

I was wanted as a youngin', living life out of bin bags

Twenty-one in jail, I’m on my twenty-one savage

No heart like a Tin Man

Cleanin' up like the bin man

Clean up, clean up, clean up, I gotta clean up

I’m too young to sit down, I can’t put my feet up

I just wanna smoke my weed, count rags and fuck a beat up

All the risk I had to take just to be up

Now I’m smiling at the re’up

Meekz manage it, they know I fuck the T up

Take chances, make choices, pull up in some Rolls Royces

Straight gold, stay gold, you know we got some great voices

Doing cemetery visits, can’t remember these lyrics

Can’t stop, won’t stop and I’ma never be finished

Dizzy Diamond, that’s a very deep lyric

Diamonds are forever, are you deep in it?

Even when we dead, they still feelin' it

Light change, light change, light change

Back here, off of the mainframe

Gotta do what my mind say

I don’t think I’ve got a high left

If I do, I’ll probably choose to use my hot list

Two mil, we got our child next

Lightweight, lightweight, lightweight

Quick, quick, gotta make the light switch

Get it?

All you’ve lived, that’s a life perk

I gotta get mine first, I try and get in it, take it for

Do you for robbin', shottin' or mobbin'

Not stoppin', get guap, next box and get guapin'

No flossin', gotta stack up the profits

They need money, don’t have this, I got no hobbies

Rap shit, feels like the fan’s poppin'

No stoppin', no stoppin', let’s get guapin'

Get guap, next box, just get guapin'

No flossin', gotta stack it up and save up the profits

They need money, don’t have this, I got no hobbies

Rap shit, feels like the fan’s poppin', like, like the fan’s poppin'

Gotta get mine a fast way

Quick money cash way, ski mask way

I treat today like my last day

I fuck a bitch from the back, she scream my man’s name

Gang way, gang way, gang way

I’m too good for my own good

We can all be bad thugs, I know it’s hard to show love

I’ve realized now I’ve grown up

Big guap, big pack, big jazz

Big bag’ll have your bitch mad

I gotta get mine a quick way, big cave, quick way

Contour my wrist, take chances, never did take

Always been great, good days, bad days, mad days, bad days

All them clink days, yeah, all took me strains, I never been ways

Bank wins for thinly pro stone, that’s a piss take

I turn moves digital, all to get my shit straight

Big shit, hit shit, hit licks, nobody for my blood did this

Rags to riches, straight prisoners

I smoke woods but I prefer bristles