Baghdad Songtext
von OsamaSon

(Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)

Bag, fucked it up (yeah)
Pour more, not enough (nah)
It′s too hot in here (ok)
Hit your block and chop it up (me and Rok gon' rock and roll)
And that lil′ ho talk too much (we gon' be ok)
Goyard bag, I filled it up
I'm on P, I flipped that truck

Bet your crew won′t fuck with us (buh, buh, buh, buh)
Bet your crew can′t fuck with us (yuh)
What would you do for a little bit of money? (Bee)
Call slime, wipe your nose for a hundred (slime)
Lil' nigga, know that shit ain′t none (slime)
Coupe take off like jet, jet punchin'
Boy, you hear that engine run (bee)
I just brought some brand-new guns


Better not talk ′bout shit, not none (not none)
Bih', my double cup, DJ Pun
Love when they run, that shit be fun
You ain′t tryna hit, lil' nigga, say something (say something)
Got some shit, I'm safe and sound

Hit up, twin, "Where the bags at?"
We got sticks, just like Baghdad
See it, want it, then I have that
Foreign bitch, I′ma bag that
I′ma flex on my ex
Stef still pourin' up Hi-Tech

I′m still scorin', check the net
Where is you going? Catch ′em lackin'
Going fast, going fast (skrrt)
In that whip, I′m going fast
Tell that bitch I'm pourin' red
Tell that bitch I′m pourin′ red (buh)
And that Trackhawk full of mags
And that Trackhawk fully mag
This AR, bully, man
Poles in your hoodie, man


Bag, fucked it up (yeah)
Pour more, not enough (nah)
It's too hot in here (ok)
Hit your block and chop it up (let′s go)
And that lil' ho talk too much
Goyard bag, I filled it up
I′m on P, I flipped that truck

Bet your crew won't fuck with us (buh, buh, buh, buh)
Bet your crew can′t fuck with us (yuh)
What would you do for a little bit of money? (Bee)
Call slime, wipe your nose for a hundred (slime)
Lil' nigga, know that shit ain't none (slime)
Coupe take off like jet, jet punchin′

Boy, you hear that engine run (bee)
I just brought some brand-new guns
Better not talk ′bout shit, not none (not none)
Bih my double cup, DJ Pun
Love when they run, that shit be fun
You ain't tryna hit, lil′ nigga, say something
Got some shit, I'm safe and sound

Hit up, twin, "Where the bags at?"
We got sticks, just like Baghdad
See it, want it, then I have that
Foreign bitch, I′ma bag that
I'ma flex, on my ex
Stef still pourin′ up Hi-Tech