Grinding hard
Trash Bag Gang, b**h
[Verse 1: Starlito]
First of all I party for a living ho
And I holler grind hard but I really did it though
Time is money so I went and made my wrist glow
Now when I get paid my checks be looking like zip codes
Thirty racks (ball), bought a brick of that snow, nah six shows
Couple O's of that 9-0-2-1-0 - Dro zip code
Product of the 3-7-2-0-6, Oh east side sh**
Got a b**h from the 3-7-2-0-3 that'll love nothing better than to eat my dick
And my south side b**h, on behalf of my click stop counting, and worrying ‘bout our bricks
Take ‘em out the trash bag, ‘fore you unwrap that, we could probably build a small house out the sh**
Smile a lil' bit
It's dirt, but the sh** dirt cheap, picture me getting pounds for the six
I ain't ask but a n***a probably took
I'mma take it to the hood, let my n***as straight down that sh**
I ain't even gotta rap, but my long term vision is seeing me leaving out the trap
I'm in so deep, plus you know a n***a like me, a lot of times I don't think, I just react
Each pint gotta keep a couple racks, and you seen Lito pop, I keep it in my lap
Sleep in all black, hottest in the city, a lot of n***as envy
These just facts
It's Lito
Trash Bag Gang
Trash Bag Gang
Trash Bag Gang (b**h!)
[Hook] x2
Now when I get paid my checks be looking like zip codes
36 O's I could get the whole brick sold
Just got a deal on mid, also could get the dro
Either at the liquor store, studio or I'm with ya ho
[Verse 2: West]
20 pound play got two three K
Seven seven k from a usual day
32 five for a brick of the yay
We can talk zip codes got them all day
Never had sh** where a n***a gonna lay
Never had a b**h that ain't do what I say
Pimp tight n***a just like M-J
Pocket full of stones bumping UGK
3-7-1-7-2 where I stay
Petty a** n***a I can count it in your face
Matter fact I don't even need your little play
Ho type n***a I'll say it to your face
Trash Bag Gang grind hard every day
200K I don't even got a deal
Well known boy and I ain't even from the Ville
n***as f** with me cause I keep it too real (trill)
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle man n***a
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3: Marty]
I'm getting paid but I ain't going to work
I got that fade away swish, just call me Dirk
And I'm smoking purp, but I got that work
And I got your b**h, she sleeping in our shirts
Trash Bag Gang ain't a damn thing change
Still hit the strip club and make it rain
Ashantis on the car, candy paint
You know I'm getting money what you think I ain't
Alot I leave the house with three four chains
I rock so much ice that some times I dont think
Got the top peeeled off with the (?)
Rolling down 12th then pick a little tink
Love life live large b**h
Free my n***a Red Dot
Trash Bag Gang ho
(b**h)
[Hook] x2