Peewee Longway – Bags lyrics

[Intro]
Swagdot, Swagdot

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Whole lotta' bags gone, I ain't touch none of 'em
Sit back, count the money, thumb through a hundon
Drug dealer, nine to five, California [?]
[?] bricks from Obama, for two bucks, shoot yo' mama

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
[?] bricks from Obama, for two bucks, shoot yo' mama
Purple punch gunky, jungle bomb bumpin'
I got bricks like [?], wrap it around the junction
It's fragile, do not puncture
Pull up, drop off in a dumpster (Ooh)
I got the [?], like youngsta', [?] for junkies
Banana clip, get monkey (Ooh)
Paper cut, thumbing through hunnids
[?] San Francisco
I get the bells on the [?]
[?], we cooking with Crisco
VVS diamonds, they disco
Keep a lot of bundles, I'm trapping in Fendi runners
Eighteen in the country, a hunnid pack, I'ma punt 'em
Whole lotta' bags gone, one call to my hunters
Trap Pac keep his mask on, shouts out to my gunner (Longway, bitch)

[Chorus: Peewee Longway and MPA HeadShakur]
Whole lotta' bags gone, I ain't touch none of 'em
Sit back, count the money, thumb through a hundon
Drug dealer, nine to five, California [?]
[?] bricks from Obama, for two bucks, shoot yo' mama
Whole lotta' bags gone, I ain't touch none of 'em
Sit back, count the money, thumb through a hundon
Drug dealer, nine to five, California [?]
[?] bricks from Obama, for two bucks, shoot yo' mama ([?], Trap Pac)

[Verse 2: MPA HeadShakur]
Posted in the tunnel, J's call my dope pneumonia
The work came by the bundle, got them bricks stuffed in a Hummer
Driver gotta' drive safe 'cause I ain't taking no fumbles
OG came from California, mid came from Arizona
[?] bricks came 'cross the border, got 'em smuggled in through Customs
Drop the pack, count up the bundle, tryna' count me up a hunnid
Got that love for that blue money, hit the ground running like Sonic
Trap boomin', spaghetti junction
Dropped the top, just hit one button
Shooters move like Secret Service
Don't run up 'cause it ain't worth it (Boom, boom, boom, bow, bow)
Pick 'em up, ambulance service
Break it down, then I scale it, compress it, vacuum seal, mail it
Up it [?] just like [?]
Trap Pac, I'm a lethal weapon

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Whole lotta' bags gone, I ain't touch none of 'em
Sit back, count the money, thumb through a hundon
Drug dealer, nine to five, California [?]
[?] bricks from Obama, for two bucks, shoot yo' mama
Whole lotta' bags gone, I ain't touch none of 'em
Sit back, count the money, thumb through a hundon
Drug dealer, nine to five, California [?]
[?] bricks from Obama, for two bucks, shoot yo' mama