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 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 f*ck 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