Get To The Bag

Man down man down

Young

Mmmhhhh

All of these niggas been hating on me all I do is just get to the bag
Walking that bitch with a birkin these nigga ain't know I been deep in my bag
(Deep)
Just don't understand
Count up the money I run it I ran
Soon as I pop out I'm doing my dance
I got this money so fuck your advance
Bitch

I'm in the scene and I'm running the town
Y'all in your city we tearing it down
Fuck on this thing down seventy rounds
I told this bitch I ain't settling down
Fuck your OGs I don't care bout you clowns
If I smoke all my opps I get High as a cloud
All of these bullets got seven hundred round

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Mhhhh yeahh yeah

All of these niggas been hating on me all I do is just get to the bag (bag)
Walking that bitch with a birkin these nigga ain't know I been deep in my bag (bag)
(Deep)
Just don't understand
Count up the money I run it I ran
Soon as I pop out I'm doing my dance
I got this money so fuck your advance
Bitch

She got me tripping
Dripping my pants
A text from her mans where is your ad
She fucking deep throating I'm chasing the bag
Finna get high
Fly like (kite kite)
Shhhh
She wanna roll with me like she my wife
I spend 3(shhhh) just in one night
Text from wifey I don't need your advice
Fuck the opps
I pray to the lord
Ahh ahhh ah yeah ohh
I do not fuck with basics
Ten over Ten no average
Make her own money she classy
(Make her own money she classy)
Ahh Ah
I fucked her (yeah yeah)
Taking my soul she go reaper (taking it)
Sloppy toppy she go deeper (yeah yeah)
She masina (yeah)

Ive got an ex and whore they keep hating don't text me back (yeah yeah)
So I spin round they block with my Draco packed (co packed)
I keepmoving around with my blicky strapped
And my niggas don't (run)
But we be chasing racks ( yeah yeah )
(Racks)
And y'all tripping all my niggas stay eating
It's all about the money I'm needing
My circle stay getting (stay get)
I take a sit at the top and I turn into rosa parks I ain't leaving
(Yeah yeah)
Let it burn
And I'll prolly hit a leak in abv
(Run)
Say shes never had a pretty nigga like me
(Yeah yeah)
I could nigga been hurting
Say I dey vex
Pull up in a foreign whip while these nigga on they gram like they all in
I could tell these niggas sick and tired of paying with me (I'm finna murder these niggas)
Way I put a nigga down (I'm finna murder these niggas, I'm finna I'm finna murder these niggas)


Im finna murder these niggas they hating on me tryna fuck up my bag
He my opposition make him walk with a Mac
I with 4500 real niggas that's shooters I walk with a stick blow his ass off the map
My ex girl she too pretty I need that bitch back
Got lil boy on his knees pretty girl on her back
Me glock and zilly got locked by the feds but as soon as I'm out niggas know where I'm at

I'm in the scene and I'm running the town
Y'all in your city we tearing it down
Fuck on this thing down seventy rounds
I told this bitch I ain't settling down
Fuck your OGs I don't care bout you clowns
If I smoke all my opps I get High as a cloud
All of these bullets got seventy round

Ahhh ah ahhhh ahhhhh ah
Ahhh ah ahhhh ahhhhh ah
Ahhh ah ahhhh ahhhhh ah
Ahhh ah ahhhh ahhhhh ah
Ahhh ah ahhhh ahhhhh ah
Ahhh ah ahhhh ahhhhh ah
Ah ohh hmm hmm
Ouuu yeahh yeah"