40 Bag

[Verse 1: Antwon]
I once smoked black tar at 1016 McKean
Now I live life like America's next wet dream
On the back of the bus, sipping a cold OE
He alone, spliff lit, 'eft hand chilling out the window
Bus driver tripping, I know he smell the endo
But I gotta catch a bus, for my shift at Kinko's
And they really ain't saying shit
So on payday I got a half-gran of white bitch
Christina Hendrix stuck on my tide stick
Bitch won't stop texting me and neither will my mistress
Back on the [?], but don't feel any different
Buzzing, ultra-magnificent
Need a rich vixen to take me out my momma's pad
Used to live foul, now I'm so fucking rad
Bam Bam Bigelow when it comes to the rapping
Hoes in the tight pants cause I'm staying ratchet

[Hook x2]
Ratchet ass nigga, nature boy swag
Who the fuck got twenty on a forty bag
Who the fuck got twenty on a forty bag
Who the fuck got twenty on a forty bag