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Dope or some drink, I don't feel right Yeah
Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches 'cause that's what I feel like Uh
I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel like Yeah

Chorus
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag Yeah, yeah
Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag Yeah, yeah
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Yeah, yeah
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah, baow

Refrain
Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches 'cause that's what I feel like That's what I feel like
If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right I don't feel right
I'ma pull up in that Lambo' 'cause that's what I feel like What I feel like
If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right

Chorus
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag Yeah, yeah
Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag Yeah, yeah
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Yeah, yeah
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags Yeah, yeah
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah, yeah

Verse
I got an Eastside ho
Trappin' out a house with some Eastside blow
Smokers comin' back for at least five more
Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go
Heaven or the belly of the beast I'll go
Freddie, how you come up on the kis that low
Hit my Mexican and come up on at least five more
Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go, to the East I go

Refrain
Yeah, I'm 'bout to shoot up your party 'cause that's what I feel like What I feel like
If I don't pull up and drop me an opp, I don't feel right I don't feel right
Ever since I lost the homies, a nigga can't feel life I can't feel life
If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right

Chorus
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag Yeah, yeah
Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag Yeah, yeah
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Yeah, yeah
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags Yeah, yeah
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah

Outro
Work, work I don't feel right
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work
And you know I got that work, work
That work, work
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work, work I'm trill, working the wheel
You know I got that work, work I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
That work, work
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
And you know I got that work, work I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
That work, work
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
And you know I got that work