Get 2 Da Bagg

I gotta stay on they ass

Get to the bag

I kno I’m making em mad

Young **** they ready to crash

All for the cash

That’s why I stay wit a mag

I’m at they neck like a tag on a shirt

No u can not get feature or verse

Drop off his top like a vert in the summer

Stop all that cappin just keep it a hunnid

I Swear these **** be bitches

I got a glock wit extensions

I come to handle my business

Straight out the trenches

No I can’t forget to mention

I keep some racks in my britches

Light up this bitch like it’s Christmas

I got more bars than a Prison

I’m drinking lean

Bitch that’s my daily nutrition

No superstition

I’m tryna triple the beam

They on my flow like a broom

Send his ass up like ballon

**** be slimey like goo

Just left the mall wit yo boo

**** want smoke play cool

Pull up on **** like who

Run up a check like my shoes

Make the headline on the news

I give a **** the blues

Just like a bruise

Shut up and run up my views

Back and forth to the trap all day

Riding round wit the strap all day

In the hood shooting craps all day

Pull up on bro nem they serving j’s

Hit em in traffic he Swerving lanes

I came from the trenches I’m chasing these riches

U kno I be moving wit steppas

I’m doing it big they all on my dick cuz they heard that I’m doing it better

I got no trust in these **** might buss at these **** they change like the weather

I had to cut off my last bitch cuz my new bitch a lil wetter

Putting in work I’m going hard on the turf need to buy me some cleats

I got some young **** ready to eat while u sleep ima send em to creep

Got no time to sit up and chit chat with these bitches I always got somewhere to be

My **** dont kno how to play the piano but swear he be playing wit keys

I got a cup full of lean

He say if it’s up then it’s stuck

**** ain nothing to me

Thought it was sweet

Glock 19 and a beam

I got it tucked in my jeans

Chasing his dreams

He got a couple of G’s

He bought to serve all the feens

Snuck on the scene

Nobody noticed me

I’m bout to fuck up the streets

Couple racks got me holding my wrist up

U ain real as me boy got me mixed up

He gone hate cuz his bitch on my dick

Just send her my way and I might get her fixed up

I’m drinking on hi tech

Don’t come ask me bout the plug

Ima tell ya ion kno nothing bout that

I keep a rod

**** be thinking they hard

Wait til u **** Get shot at

Da da da da da da just call me sir cash a lot

I got money coming cashing in and cashing out

No I’m not young dolph but im gone always keep a glock

I got Ice around my wrist ain no need for a clock

I came from the trenches I’m chasing these riches

U kno I be moving wit steppas

I’m doing it big they all on my dick cuz they heard that I’m doing it better

I got no trust in these **** might buss at these **** they change like the weather

I had to cut off my last bitch cuz my new bitch a lil wetter

Putting in work I’m going hard on the turf need to buy me some cleats

I got some young **** ready to eat while u sleep ima send em to creep

Got no time to sit up and chit chat with these bitches I always got somewhere to be

My **** dont kno how to play the piano but swear he be playing wit keys