دانلود آهنگ Full Bag
از Token

[Intro]
Can I call you Ben? (Are you leaving soon?)
Never Too Different (Are you leaving soon?)
Bye-bye

[Chorus: Token]
Back up, you’re too close to me
I got a bag, full bag sitting next to me (Sitting next to me)
Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?) Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?)
You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz— craz— craz— craz—
Back up, you’re too close to me
I got a (Ayy) full bag sitting next to me (Sitting next to me)
Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?) Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?)
You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz— craz— craz— craz—

[Verse 1: Token]
Put ’em in the trunk, get ’em real stuck
Bullets and blunt, guns in my bro’s car
I’m the plus one, plus two (Hey)
Motherfuckers dress like Kung Fu
Run through in your neighborhood like— (Fuck you, hey)
Fuck ’em all, hit the wall like I’m on Adderall
Everybody that I’m with got withdrawals
I’ll turn a doll to a brat like a Brat doll
I put a log in her calf of the catalog
She put the kid first like Cudi
I can’t swim, lap with a guppy
I put baby in the sky, fly
Tubby, put the baby in the sky like
Tele-motherfuckin’-tubby
Baby in the sky like
Tele-motherfuckin’-tubby
Tell a motherfucker that I’m coming for the money
And the funny thing about the money is I’m funnier than money
Get the money, get it, fuck boy, tryna get there with some—
[Chorus: Token & Pertinence]
Back up, you’re too close to me (Brrat, brrat, brrat, ayy)
I got a full bag sitting next to me (Sitting next to me)
Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?) Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?)
You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz— craz— craz— craz—

[Verse 2: Pertinence]
Duffel, satchel, doesn’t matter (Boom)
Tote a backpack, still gon’ pack ’em (Haha)
Matchin’ luggage, heavy baggage
Me and my bitch so high fashion
Leather jacket mackin’, read the limit
Ho, this pass all-access
Say it once, my brother
Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up
Jansport full of weapons, I’m collecting, do you blame the kid?
I don’t need directions, do you see the shoes I’m stepping in?
Baddies button mashing, smashing X, they like to pay respect
But I still miss my ex-bitch, kinda hope she still be checking in like—

[Verse 3: Token & Pertinence]
Sorry I locked up your bitch, Guantanamo
“How did you lock up my bitch?” A lot of dough
“How did you get so damn rich?” I’m honor roll
“How do you even exist?” Bro, I don’t know (Yeah)
Frying my dough like I’m inside the carnival (What? What?)
Yellow my wrist like I put on low power mode (Okay)
Sipping on chemicals, poison the particles (Okay)
I’m leaving soon, motherfucking bitch, adios
[Chorus: Token]
Back up, you’re too close to me
I got a bag, full bag sitting next to me (Sitting next to me)
Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?) Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?)
You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz— craz— craz— craz—

[Verse 4: conscience]
Ayy, ayy, I move with the bag like a body in it
Run up too fast, I might not be kidding (Ayy)
Got a full sack like I’m not seen kidding
It’s a lot of blue racks like Na’vi tickets (Ayy, yeah)
Life a bitch and lately ain’t too pretty
Save your pity like a dove in the city
The boy up next, something like a hickey
Y’all full send it like Mississippi

[Verse 5: Token]
I got an eye on the guap, but the eye go blind by the fetti, something like Fetty (Brrat)
Air Force 1’s outside, all white like Betty, and my inside cold like Yeti (Brrat, yeah)
When I’m in the cut, I stand out like machete (Brrt, brrt)
She bouncing up on it, they bouncing back at me (Yeah)
I can’t count it up while she top, giving becky
Baby, back up, back up, back up
Back up