Get To A Bag ft. Yung Moet Lyrics

(Yeah yeah, YFE shit lil bitch)

(Gang gang, gang gang)

So turnt up, I just might make it

On my own up in that vacant

Niggas cappin', they be fakin

Ain't nobody hand me shit, but I ain't broke

I just been savin' off a perky

Dreads shakin', smokin' dope

The car bakin', Ricky Bobby shakin' bacon

Had to get back to a bag

I can't sit down on my ass

Fuck a team, you niggas fou

Ion need no fuckin' crew

YFE, the fuck is you

Chain iced to wrist too

That boy a bitch, it's all a fluke

His eyes closed when he shoot

Blow that FN like a flute

Ridin fast in that coupe

I like to dance when I get money

Watch me do my money dance

Ain't shakin' hands with you flunkies

(Hunnitgram Dreamteam)

I ain't tryin' to make no friends

She popped the pill, now she a mummy

Niggas hoes, can't get nun from me

(Big Moet)

But niggas hoes gon' get some of me

Niggas broke, they ain't got no money

Been workin' and servin', ain't got time for splurgin

We stackin' and slidin', that's two things for certain

Even though I be rappin', get active in person

Pistol packin' that ratchet, gon' open no curtains

Stop braggin' and actin' like you do the murder

Either trap in the streets, or you flippin' them burgers

If you walk in the trap, only thing here to purchase

Hope he payin' that fee, got a budget on verses

If we hop out on feet, then we sprayin' and purgin

Got the drop on some bands, tryna see if it's worth it

Got some tint on the van, so you know we be lurkin

Niggas fake like your mans, they be clowns in the circus

They be clowns in the circus

XL Stress mixtape out now

Big Moet

Kweezo waddup?

Thug city, thug city

Blllat!