Get to a Bag ft. Baby Twin Lyrics

Woooo

Lets get it

Uh get to a bag

Why u waiting

U need to get tf up and get off yo ass

U a sweet nigga

U the type to put yo priorities last

U a Weak nigga

Cant get it on yo own man that shi be sad

Freak bitch eat the whole dick up it almost choked ha ahh

Stupid nigga his ahh keep getting caught up they done roped his ahh

Calm and collected it's gone take alot more just to make me mad

Bitch im serious dont take it as no joke u didn't see me laugh

Masked up on Halloween bitch im Jason I'll chase yo ahh

He ain't see me round the corner he turned around i almost faced his ahh

Hoped in his whip ig he call himself tryna do the dash

Wasn't worried bout it hawk any nigga down bitch my car drive fast

Nigga run up bet not get up in my space imma drop yo ahh

Twin delusional i tried to calm em down he done popped bruh ahh

Dynamic duo we taking over the world and we getting cash

Bitch im talented so i dont believe its really a hard task

Line it up at the light hit the gas imma smoke yo ahh

Get on the highway police get behind me yk im gone do the dash

To be the best u just lock in wit me i can coach yo ahh

Me and Twin making moves to be like us gotta get to a bag

Uh get to a bag

Why u waiting

U need to get tf up and get off yo ass

U a sweet nigga u the type to put yo priorities last

U a Weak nigga cant get it on yo own man that shi be sad

Freak bitch eat the whole dick up it almost choked ha ahh

Stupid nigga his ahh keep getting caught up they done roped his ahh

Calm and collected it's gone take alot more just to make me mad

Bitch im serious dont take it as no joke u didn't see me laugh

Uh yea u didnt see me laugh

Caught an opp i slapped him in his face and took all his cash

And i slid down an opp at his birthday bash

Ion get along with broke mother fuckers hate em wit a passion

The lil bitch feeling herself but she soo rachet

High as hell tryna rap on beats but i couldn't catch it

Muhfuckas preaching with a blunt gone head and pass it

Heard the opps having funerals finna flip the casket

In the trap house 20 pounds in the kitchen cabinets

Me and gang stick together like some muhfuckin magnets

Got yo bitch jumping on my dick like a bunny rabbit

And when i nut im disappearing just like magic

Poof Poof Im disappearing bitch Im gone shi