Get A Bag (feat. MMA Nell & Bankboy Jt)

Yeah, nigga, MMA shit, bitch Run it up and get a bag, you get caught, just never snitch She wanna f*ck me cause my bands gang, I tell her I ain't Biggs Run it up and get a bag, you get caught, just never snitch She wanna f*ck me cause my bands gang, I tell her I ain't Biggs Teachher mad cause the hoes keep on looking at my wrist I know a nigga who would beat his bitch ass, she bang this Prada off amiri n Dior, can't wear the same shit They like, Ron, this, Ron, that, but they can't say I came, bitch, niggas Talking all that street shit, but whole time they came snitch Feds, get me in that room, I swear to God Im never saying shit I swear to God, this my lifestyle He talking tough , I got some shit to make him pipe down Bitch used to hoe when I was broke, she want the pipe now Lil' kutty tripping off the wok, bro, put the pint down Brody out the window with extendo like Bro let me out We can't do no homi in the rental, we gon' walk him down Last opp got hit up in his, he can't pronounce his nouns Niggas always asking for some loans, but be talking down Man, run it up and get a bag You get caught, just never snitch She wanna f*ck me cause my bands gang, I tell her I ain't biggs Teacher mad cause the hoes keep on looking at my wrist I know a nigga who would beat his bitch ass, she bang this Been down the road, so I don't really got time for a bitch, go take a risk That's all a nigga know, that's what I did If you see me by myself, I'm probably riding with a stick If she don't answer the phone, I'm probably fucking on your bitch If I want you dead, I can have my brother take that hit Two cups of the red, I gotta use the wok to chase the licks I think I'm feeling sick, I might roll a nigga in a hemp He try to f*ck with us, you can't find that boy, he don't exist For real, I walk around really thinking I'm out my shits Mind gone, paranoid, my blow a nigga out his kicks The city know I'm good, they know I'm heavy on the bricks They know I'm heavy on the whoop, so if you move, you getting split I be always cleaning shit, but my pop polluted I got too many hoes around my cup, I don't know who I'm choosing And I got a bitch toating ar cause she don't wanna lose me Lights on, camera action, it's time to shoot a movie run it up and get a bag You get caught, just never snitch She wanna f*ck me cause my bands gang, I tell her I ain't biggs Teacher mad cause the hoes keep on looking at my wrist I know a nigga who would beat his bitch ass, she bang this When you from the D, it's hard to live right When you see OG's come up off that pill, life I tried a nine to five, but it don't feel right My dukes preach about jail, but I'd rather do life Just so she can live nice Niggas wanna kill you when you up, they even kill Christ I need that fast money, fast car and that real ice Got that lil' bag, I ain't go lie, that shit real light If it ain't about money, I don't think I really feel like it These niggas all cap, I can't believe yall niggas still buy it If you live by the code, one day you gon' get killed by it All this bullshit happen, I'm just asking, is it real, God I can't lie, if I was paralyzed, nigga, I'd still slide F*ck you with expect, where I'm from, we had a lil' guidance F*ck you with spec, where I'm from, we had a lil' guidance Come on, I got it, bro I come up some bars