Get The Bag ft. LilxGlo Lyrics

Get the bag

Get the bag

Get the bag

Get the bag Get the bag Get the bag

Get the bag Get the bag Get the bag

Get the Bag

All my life been living like a rockstar shit!

I been smoking weed and smashing cop cars bitch

That boy wan talk crazy know my block hard shit

What's that in ya cup lil bitch that's Wockhardt lit

She give top talm bout licks

Bitch wan pop it for some bricks

Bitch talk crazy he get-

Bitch talk crazy he get hit up

For my blocky throw that-

For my blocky throw that shit up

Said you popping ain't you?

Said you popping and you spit up

Ain't my gang then you get hit

Run my block I throw that blitz

She got Ricks to match the fit

I got Ricks to match my bitch

Bitch I customize my wrist

We get lit and they not rich

I don't care about that bitch but that's your bitch so that's my bitch

I don't care about your wrist but that shit shine so I'm taking it

I got glocks to match my ski mask

I got glocks to match my wrist

I don't care if it's your B-day I got bullets come take this gift

Pass the sticks like its a relay my lil bro gon take that hit

Niggas scared to take a risk

Don't ask no questions I don't know I plead the fifth

In that Audi bitch I'm sliding with them blicks

In that Audi bitch I'm sliding with that-

Take em on a chase tryna get behind me

All that money in that bag damn that bitch look like a body

I can't call that lil hoe bad if that bitch don't got a body

All these pussy niggas cap yeah I call them lil boys Bobby

I'm gon pull up with that () yeah that shit gon flip ya Johnny

Yeah that shit go through ya body

Pussy boy gon call for mommy

Wet em up just like Dasani

Say I'm the shit yeah she remind me

Say I'm the shit yeah

I just hit a nigga bitch up What's up big head

He don't know I hit his bitch he such a dickhead

Don't trust these hoes I don't give no fuck bout what no bitch said

Bitch I run it up so much think I got five legs

Yeah I run it up I'm dashing

When I die throw a blunt inside my fucking casket

When I die I'ma take my ratchet in case I still gotta blast it

When I die Bury me in my Patek gotta go out in some fashion

Flip the switch it's shooting rapid this bitch spit the fastest

Niggas faggots they be chatting bitch I'm bout that action

Bitch I tap it get to clapping yeah that shit get tragic

That boy keep yapping I done had it now he gone like magic

I'm punching in every time I'm rapping that's my favorite tactic

Hold up bitch I'm still on go

Hold up I ain't done yet yeah lemme switch up my flow

Hold up yeah bitch I'm still on go

Hold up We gon catch an opp lil bitch then I'm gon blow!

All my life been living like a rockstar shit!

I been smoking weed and smashing cop cars bitch

That boy wan talk crazy know my block hard shit

What's that in ya cup lil bitch that's Wockhardt lit

She give top talm bout licks

Bitch wan pop it for some bricks

Bitch talk crazy he get-

Bitch talk crazy he get hit up

For my blocky throw that-

For my blocky throw that shit up

Said you popping ain't you?

Said you popping and you spit up

Ain't my gang then you get hit

Run my block I throw that blitz

She got Ricks to match the fit

I got Ricks to match my bitch

Bitch I customize my wrist

We get lit and they not rich

I don't care about that bitch but that's your bitch so that's my bitch

I don't care about your wrist but that shit shine so I'm taking it

I got glocks to match my ski mask

I got glocks to match my wrist

I don't care if it's your B-day I got bullets come take this gift

Pass the sticks like its a relay my lil bro gon take that hit