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Ag Producer - Pissed Off Lyrics

[Chorus]
Know I probably got 'em pissed off
Got a big bag and my bitch raw
You'll never catch me trickin' off
I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross
I was broke but I done fixed it all
When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin'
I think it's a habit, I run through this shit like it's nothin'
They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me
I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me
I'm in the league, don't care about who after me
I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (A freak)
I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (On me) for free
They probably think I'm a P
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, I don't need nobody compete
I run it up, now I'm out of their reach

[Verse 1]
I got 'em bitin' now like a flea
I'm on a flight to another region
I got saved, I was stuck in the streets
Think I was saved by the bell like I'm Screech
I went legit, I'm still dodgin' police
Before I got hot, I was clutchin' my heat
I do this shit for the trenches, I preach
I'm tryna teach, yah (On God)
We get a dot and we creep
We'll turn a O-P-P to a R.I.P
Believe me, put his ass right on the TV
I get lil' bro on your mind for a dime, he need it
It ain't hard to find, me neither
You ain't my kind, I don't need you
You ain't my slime (You ain't my slime), I don't need you
[Chorus]
Know I probably got 'em pissed off
Got a big bag and my bitch raw
You'll never catch me trickin' off
I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross
I was broke but I done fixed it all
When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin'
I think it's a habit, I run through this shit like it's nothin'
They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me
I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me
I'm in the league, don't care about who after me
I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (A freak)
I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (On me) for free
They probably think I'm a P
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, I don't need nobody compete
I run it up, now I'm out of their reach

[Verse 2]
Savage ass, nigga, big bag flipper (Yah, yah)
Big bag giver, big mad nigga (Yah, yah)
I been ran it up, it ain't never last nigga (Yah, yah)
I ain't going back to my past, nigga (Yah, yah)
I ain't runnin' out of cash, nigga (Yah, yah)
Tryna make my bag bigger (Yah)
'Member they used to laugh at a nigga (Yah)
Now who laughing nigga? (Yah, yah)
Who laughing now?
All these hoes been passed around
This shit crazy, I'm a daddy now (On God)
I got somethin' to brag about (On God)
I got somethin' to live for
I got somethin' to kill for
Got a whole lot to lose, still got a whole lot to prove
I gotta watch how I move
[Chorus]
Know I probably got 'em pissed off
Got a big bag and my bitch raw
You'll never catch me trickin' off
I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross
I was broke but I done fixed it all
When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin'
I think it's a habit, I run through this shit like it's nothin'
They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me
I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me
I'm in the league, don't care about who after me
I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (A freak)
I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (On me) for free
They probably think I'm a P
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, I don't need nobody compete (On me)
I run it up, now I'm out of their reach