Feardorian & Quinn Bags Lyrics

[Intro: quinn]
I'm a controlling bitch

[Verse 1: FearDorian]
I ain't asking for much, nigga talk down, he get packed in a blunt
Nigga look stupid hell, I ain't backing him up
My new bitch gotta match my steez, she know I'm bad as f*ck
Spilt the molly water on my T, it had me mad as f*ck
Nigga flexing on the Gram with bands, but it ain't adding up
Send a package to wxst, bitch, who's bagging it up
Take everything this bitch ass nigga own, he's bragging too much
Dropped a lo' to the crib, I hope she ain't setting me up
So I got my eyes low as f*ck
And the grabba keep packin' a punch
See her at the function and shit, this bitch is tryna hunch
Had to turn it up, too locked in, now this music shit got me stuck
We don't ever play his shit on the airway 'cause this nigga suck
Nigga not going nowhere, he ain't working enough
Streets say, "You always going somewhere," bitch, I'm working too much
I'm in too many bags, shawty I'm runnin' it up
[Verse 2: quinn]
Ayy, I got a bonе to pick
I'm in the building, won't leave 'til I own thе shit
I need the ownership
Find out you dropping and I'ma step over it Done with the sober shit
Pass me the spliffy, I don't care who rolled the shit
Can't believe that I wrote this shit
I heard the beat then I started to flow with it
I'm making moves in the back, but I gotta be quiet, it ain't no exposing it
If it involves the money, the f*ck made you think that I was gonna go with it?
We pull up on you and take everything that you have, 'cause I'm on controlling shit
If I find out where you stay, I'ma send a few niggas to come and patrol your shit
My lil' bro get distracted, he findin' himself inside all of the hoes and shit
He ain't a dummy, he be countin' money, he don't got a problem with focusing
Stick in the buggy, it's tucked underneath of the seat, huggin' the floor and shit
All of my niggas ain't make it yet, so I don't wanna talk about the dough I get
I say "Where you at, where you been?"
Mmm mmm, I'm a controlling bitch
Niggas be broke in the crib doing jack, like money ain't nothing to go and get
It's to the point where I'm coughing up blood and losing the skin in my nose and shit

[Outro]
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