Bags Under My Eyes - P Money

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys

But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys

But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys

You think you’re well hard

You think you’re bad, yeah?

You think you’re well hard

This don must’ve hit his head well hard

Mario World, you’re fucking with a sheller

Yeah, I’m from south, got connects to the east

And them dargs there ain’t nothing like ‘wellard'

The end result might leave you in a pool

When my shooters catch you slipping like Gerrard

Suarez moments, big boi sheller

I kept it all bottled up, no cellar

Manaman got the low down from Shredda

Bang!

Smash!

Big boi, Stella

«P Money, 'llow it, you should know better»

I am the best, I don’t know no better

Shut your mouth, blud, tell me who’s better

Tired of this shit, someone tell this bredda

Look in my face

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys

But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys

But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys

Man said they want beef

Nah, nah, nah, not me

What, he didn’t ask for it?

Nah, not me

I ordered lettuce and veggie beans

Man can’t take me for a mint tea

Pap pap pap, holes in his mint tee

Said you was a shooter, said you was a gunner

Now all you do is talk Thierry Henry

Breaking news when I pull out the torch

These long shots end up on Sky Sports

Which one of you wanna visit up north?

Awoh, that’s what I thought

They ain’t got the training we’ve been taught

They say don’t talk if you get caught

We say brudda, don’t get caught

You’re a weak link whether or not you talk

Look in my face

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys

But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys

But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys

«Oi, do you want me to switch?»

Why ask if I want you to switch?

Like I’m gonna say yeah, fuck it, yeah, switch

I’ll bang you up, you prick

Black baseball bat looking all sick

Pussy, hold onto your ribs

One swing, swell up his lips

Smash Stella Artois and shit

Acting like you’re God’s gift

You ain’t old school and you ain’t God’s Gift

Might wrap man up with a yout from Bow

Send man to the sky, now you’re God’s gift

Disappear from the game, call it a glitch

Never watched baseball but we know how to pitch

Ten bags for a ‘profesh' hitman

But we’ve got youts that’ll lick man for six

Look in my face

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys

But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

Got bags under my eyes, I’m tired of telling these breddas

They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about fuckerys

But they ain’t even got no guns and they ain’t even done no fuckerys