Zipper Bagz

Dope or some drink, I don't feel right Yeah Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches 'cause that's what I feel like Uh I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel like Yeah Chorus All I know is go get the bag Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag Yeah, yeah Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag Yeah, yeah All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Yeah, yeah Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah, baow Refrain Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches 'cause that's what I feel like That's what I feel like If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right I don't feel right I'ma pull up in that Lambo' 'cause that's what I feel like What I feel like If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right Chorus All I know is go get the bag Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag Yeah, yeah Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag Yeah, yeah All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Yeah, yeah Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags Yeah, yeah All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah, yeah Verse I got an Eastside ho Trappin' out a house with some Eastside blow Smokers comin' back for at least five more Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go Heaven or the belly of the beast I'll go Freddie, how you come up on the kis that low Hit my Mexican and come up on at least five more Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go, to the East I go Refrain Yeah, I'm 'bout to shoot up your party 'cause that's what I feel like What I feel like If I don't pull up and drop me an opp, I don't feel right I don't feel right Ever since I lost the homies, a nigga can't feel life I can't feel life If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right Chorus All I know is go get the bag Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag Yeah, yeah Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag Yeah, yeah All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Yeah, yeah Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags Yeah, yeah All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah Outro Work, work I don't feel right Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work And you know I got that work, work That work, work Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work, work I'm trill, working the wheel You know I got that work, work I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp That work, work Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp And you know I got that work, work I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp That work, work Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp And you know I got that work