[Chorus: Maajins]
Go, go
I just started runnin' a bag
Pussy n***a, stay mad
Keep runnin', he get shot in his calf (Fye)
(Ah, bag)
I had to run and get the bag
Talk down, then we smokin' his pack (Uh, aha)

[Verse 1: Maajins]
P-P-pussy boy, I stay strapped, like a dyke
We gon' put him on the news, yeah, he fly just like a kite (Uh)
Keep on talkin' down, send Luisss to your crib
Cryin' like a baby, we send shots right at his bib
Smokin' gas, bitch, I'm dyin'
B-b-bitch, quit all that lyin' (Ah)
Yeah, see me, she start eyein' (Ah)
Feel like the band, how I'm clutchin' iron
Stay with the drum, lil' bitch, I pioneer
Feel like Nelly, bitch, it's hot in here
Sippin' Tris, this is not no beer
Thr-Thr-three-eighty on a hay, 'kay
Two-two-hunnid for a vacay
Get-get my chips, them Frito-Lays
Spi-spin his block, Beyblade
And, your mans triple K
He get popped, like a pimple
That boy on a screen, should've been killed 'em
You helped me up n***a, like a pimp, huh
[Interlude: Maajins & Jaydes]
Ha
(Go, go)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Bag

[Verse 2: Jaydes]
I'ma pull up with a choppa, that bih gonna—
Don't need no Glock, yeah
Fuck around, n***a, get shot uh huh
Like you an Oxy, you get popped
Not talkin' cleanin , you ass gettin mopped up
Just like your music, your body gon' flop (Bee, bam, bee)
Get your bag up, you so broke
If he run up, he gon' float
Shooter with dreads, he look like Toat
Fill up the mag, and aim at your toes
Sike nah, we gon' aim at your head
Empty the mag until that boy dead
Dip off, can't get caught by the feds

[Chorus: Maajins]
Go, go
I just started runnin' a bag
Pussy n***a, stay mad
Keep runnin', he get shot in his calf (Fye)
(Ah, bag)
I had to run and get the bag
Talk down, then we smokin' his pack (Uh, aha)