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30 racks, 30 bands, chillin' in my sidebag
Pull it out to pay the bills, boy, nevermind that
From the city of happiness, niggas never find that
Got my celly and some weed chillin' in my sidebag
In my sidebag, sidebag, sidebag
In my sidebag, sidebag, sidebag
In my sidebag, sidebag, sidebag
In my sidebag
Sidebag to the back when I gotta cut turf
Niggas acting like they bad but they really is some nerds
I’m in the stu', we bein' goofy, litty off a pack
Ain’t put my shit down, hater, catch me lack'
In the Mitsubishi Uber she gon' see me ball
She like 'Twon I love your bag, you get it from Ross?
30 racks, 30 bands, chillin' in my sidebag
Pull it out to pay the bills, boy, nevermind that
From the city of happiness, niggas never find that
Got my celly and some weed chillin' in my sidebag
In my sidebag, sidebag, sidebag
In my sidebag, sidebag, sidebag
In my sidebag, sidebag, sidebag
In my sidebag
In my bag, in my bag, got the swisher fire
I don’t rock no lil' baggy, gotta hold my whole life
Got a camera and receipt, you can’t catch me in sight
Gotta do a lotta shit, when you leadin' the blind
I’m with my young bull, and he got his lil bag
Hold up nigga, what the fuck you gon hold in that shit man?
What you carry in that, dog?
30 racks, 30 bands, chillin' in my sidebag
Pull it out to pay the bills, boy, nevermind that
From the city of happiness, niggas never find that
Got my celly and some weed chillin' in my sidebag
In my sidebag, sidebag, sidebag
In my sidebag, sidebag, sidebag
In my sidebag, sidebag, sidebag
In my sidebag