I run it up with these gas backs I feel like Santa with these trash bags I'm in my bag I could show you how to stack racks When I send her on the road she brings the racks back I got it on my waist you niggas got it in your backpack All the fake love I had to trash that I just got a new Benz, all matte black I feel like Santa with these trash bags They've been smoking on this gas, by the key They like boy you always make the room reek Feel like everyone hating lowkey Ain't nobody help me get back on my feet Ain't nobody care so I don't care about your peace I'm a trash bag boy that's how they know me in the streets In my city were I'm from we gon' serve at 13 You gon' try to make a bag without tryna make it seen I know they see us coming, niggas know me on the way You going to the top they wanna see us in the grave If you don't use your gun throw it away She a thot, she for the team she can't be saved I don't want love I want money so I hit the road You ain't really getting love, I'm on a different boat I just wanna fuck they wanna love we ain't getting close I put a mask and get a bag I swear I do the most I run it up with these gas packs I feel like Santa with these trash bags I'm in my bag I could show you how to stack racks When I send her on the road she brings the racks back I got it on my waist you niggas got it in your backpack All the fake love I had to trash that I just got a new Benz, all matte black I feel like Santa with these trash bags Trash boys boy we gon pull up to your door Now I flex I remember I was poor Now smokin on this [?] packs and I want more This ankle monitor made me miss out on tour (Ay) this cold road made this goom I smoke, I remenice RIP big [?] From the SAV to LA we ain't smoking boof I lost my kids but I'll be rich when they let me loose I got a big ass bag I feel like Santa Came out the county, so much money we done ran up And I got a big, big blammer Fucking on these bitches, they wanna fuck me all random I run it up with these gas backs I feel like Santa with these trash bags I'm in my bag I could show you how to stack racks When I send her on the road she brings the racks back I got it on my waist you niggas got it in your backpack All the fake love I had to trash that I just got a new Benz, all matte black I feel like Santa with these trash bags