P Money - Bags Under My Eyes lyrics

[Hook] Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about f**erys But they ain't even got no guns and they ain't even done no f**erys Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about f**erys But they ain't even got no guns and they ain't even done no f**erys [Verse 1] You think you're well hard You think you're bad, yeah? You think you're well hard This don must've hit his head well hard Mario World, you're f**ing with a sheller Yeah, I'm from south, got connects to the east And them dargs there ain't nothing like ‘wellard' The end result might leave you in a pool When my shooters catch you slipping like Gerrard Suarez moments, big boi sheller I kept it all bottled up, no cellar Manaman got the low down from Shredda Bang! Smash! Big boi, Stella “P Money, 'llow it, you should know better” I am the best, I don't know no better Shut your mouth, blud, tell me who's better Tired of this sh**, someone tell this bredda Look in my face [Hook] Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about f**erys But they ain't even got no guns and they ain't even done no f**erys Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about f**erys But they ain't even got no guns and they ain't even done no f**erys [Verse 2] Man said they want beef Nah, nah, nah, not me What, he didn't ask for it? Nah, not me I ordered lettuce and veggie beans Man can't take me for a mint tea Pap pap pap, holes in his mint tee Said you was a shooter, said you was a gunner Now all you do is talk Thierry Henry Breaking news when I pull out the torch These long shots end up on Sky Sports Which one of you wanna visit up north? Awoh, that's what I thought They ain't got the training we've been taught They say don't talk if you get caught We say brudda, don't get caught You're a weak link whether or not you talk Look in my face [Hook] Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about f**erys But they ain't even got no guns and they ain't even done no f**erys Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about f**erys But they ain't even got no guns and they ain't even done no f**erys [Verse 3] "Oi, do you want me to switch?" Why ask if I want you to switch? Like I'm gonna say yeah, f** it, yeah, switch I'll bang you up, you prick Black baseball bat looking all sick p**y, hold onto your ribs One swing, swell up his lips Smash Stella Artois and sh** Acting like you're God's gift You ain't old school and you ain't God's Gift Might wrap man up with a yout from Bow Send man to the sky, now you're God's gift Disappear from the game, call it a glitch Never watched baseball but we know how to pitch Ten bags for a ‘profesh' hitman But we've got youts that'll lick man for six Look in my face [Hook] Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about f**erys But they ain't even got no guns and they ain't even done no f**erys Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas Got bags under my eyes, I'm tired of telling these breddas They wanna chat about guns and they wanna chat about f**erys But they ain't even got no guns and they ain't even done no f**erys