YOUNG WALKER - Youngwalker "Run up a Bag"

He's going away
You got him
Easy now
Papa got beats making history

Oh my God
Larry, they get all the hits
Wreck-A-Bear in the morning, trying to get it back, nigga
On the wayway, hit a hundred on the dash, nigga

Touchdown in every city for the bag, nigga
Trying to run it up like it's my last, nigga
Wreck-A-Bear in the morning, trying to get it back, nigga
On the wayway, hit a hundred on the dash, nigga

Touchdown in every city for the bag, nigga
Trying to run it up like it's my last, nigga
Trying to run my bands up like a marathon
Big dick for your bitch, call it pythons

But I don't fuck with no snakes or no fake niggas
Circle full of Ben Franks and them Gramps, nigga
Touchdown in every city, trying to add it up
DMR out the trunk when I'm pulling up

Family on the sideline looking mad as fuck
Jealous of a young nigga trying to bag it up
Speaking on my name, got your bitch curious
Cause you fake, then you phony, I'm serious

You was clocking in work, I was on the block
Bussing knocks, tucking pencils by the mailbox
Slipping on my paper, Flower saying I'm a hoe
Your baby mama deep thought I heard she a pro

Slipping on my paper, Flower saying I'm a hoe
Your baby mama deep thought I heard she a pro
Wake up every morning trying to get it back, nigga
On the wayway, hit a hundred on the dash, nigga

Touchdown in every city for the bag nigga
Tryna run it up like it's my last nigga
Wake up every morning tryna get it back nigga
On the wayway hit a hundred on the dash nigga

Touchdown in every city for the bag nigga
Tryna run it up like it's my last nigga
Tryna run it up like it's my last nigga
On a mission for some chicken, why you mad nigga

Cause I ain't really tryna kick it with you fag niggas
Mind focused on the road to the cash nigga
Dear moral on my shirt when I slide through
Cookie smoke in my lungs blowing out the roof

Thinking about copping a Jag or a Benz coupe
While you niggas sitting around looking for a clue
Mind stuck up in the past call that nigga glue
Disrespect one of mines bitch I'ma go shoot

I'm a rapper in the gangsta spitting in the booth
So the shit that I say gotta be the truth
Same niggas talking shit they be on my dick
When they see me in person tryna take some flicks

Same niggas talking shit they be on my dick
When they see me in person tryna take some flicks
Wake up every morning tryna get it back nigga
On the wayway hit a hundred on the dash nigga

Touch down in every city for the bag nigga
Tryna run it up like it's my last nigga
Wake up every morning tryna get it back nigga
On the wayway hit a hundred on the dash nigga

Touch down in every city for the bag nigga
Tryna run it up like it's my last nigga
Wake up every morning tryna get it back nigga
On the wayway hit a hundred on the dash nigga

On the wayway hit a hundred on the dash nigga Touch down in every city for the bag nigga
Tryna run it up like it's my last nigga

Written by:
Joshua Walker

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