CHASING THE BAG ft. GetCuddy Lyrics

SDMg mane

SlumDogg

ILLTown

What you think about that bag, witcha?

If you don't get it, you can't stack figures

And I can add up all this cash with ya

But you a take away the stash, nigga

Uh, fuck with me and you gon' pass, nigga

Uh, yeah, I'ma leave you in the past, nigga

Uh, yeah, I'ma leave you where you at, nigga

Uh, I'm only chasing at that bag, nigga Uh

I'm in a different lane, doing different things

Chicken wings, she gon' suck my thing, then gon' do the time

Now please don't start me, cause I keep a Barbie all up in her bag

Ain't no car key, gotta push to start me

Just know a nigga that

Oh, yeah, I'ma do it

Playboy Carti with the mag

Yeah, I get straight to it when I'm whipping on the track

Now show these niggas how you do it

Now how I do it

Know I got mine

I ain't even gonna play, but I got that

Fah, Fah, Fah

Bad bitch came through, said she wanna fuck with me

I'm mad your crew cannot fuck with me

Don't know your boo, but she wanna suck on me

I don't know what the fuck you thought, but I'm smashing

GetCuddy

And I be sucking on that pussy like it's oxtail

Must be surprised how I'm swinging on that cock well

To me, all you niggas pussy, that's how I tell it

Can't be surprised, cause when I seen you, that's when I smelled it

Came back from the grave like Bizzy Bone

Now it's time to get busy, dawg

3 years, I gotta get it in

And you fuck with the wrong motherfuckers, they have a setback and shit

I swear to God, I'ma hit & win

And I promise you, this time shit gon' be on a different level, on a different statue

That niggas can't fuck with this

SDMg, mane

They don't even get it, man

It's getCuddy man

Like Tity boy, you know I'm Different

These bitches say I'm gifted, but my baby mama Gifted

And she know I really miss it

Freak, boy, I used to kiss it

Just how I dont fuck niggas, I don't fuck with these bitches

I just try to stack them bucks like I don't see a limit

L Nigga, try to talk how? when you ain't winning

I don't feel I'm in no race, nah, no competition

Get the fuck up out my face, dawg

You ain't about this pimping

What you think about that bag, witcha?

If you don't get it, you can't stack figures

And I can add up all this cash with ya

But you a take away the stash, nigga

Uh, fuck with me and you gon' pass, nigga

Uh, yeah, I'ma leave you in the past, nigga

Uh, yeah, I'ma leave you where you at, nigga

Uh, I'm only chasing at that bag, nigga Uh

What you think about that bag, witcha?

If you don't get it, you can't stack figures

And I can add up all this cash with ya

But you a take away the stash, nigga

Uh, fuck with me and you gon' pass, nigga

Uh, yeah, I'ma leave you in the past, nigga

Uh, yeah, I'ma leave you where you at, nigga

Uh, I'm only chasing at that bag, nigga Uh