Got Da Sack (feat. G Herbo)

Gang Gang Gang I ain't got mufuckin no chain on right now But I'm still chain gang Lil Gnar Verse Linebacker to the quarterback, bitch I got the sack Fo-nem pull up on them with the rocket, put the belt to ass He been talking spicy knock the nachos out his fitted cap Raw dog assassin, hit your bitch without no Jimmy hat 12 coming, i don't even give no fuck cause I got bail money Alabama brawl I'm finna slam this folding chair on em Real fucker, I paid for her hair cause I got jizz on it Real tonka, i geeked up my ride I slide like the road runner You can't put your bros on with a bail you ain't no real boss Real talk, maybach double mg I feel like Rick Ross Real wok, $2000 in this soda my Nigga thats real drop On the block, $3000 this fit tell a bad bitch check me out I get your bitch and I talk like a pimp I tell her come hop in this jag I use to walk to the store for some chips now I be popping tags Christian Dior with the Vetement drip you know I be switching the swag Came to my crib and I pissed on the bitch But you still thinking she bad Linebacker to the quarterback, bitch I got the sack Fo-nem pull up on them with the rocket, put the belt to ass He been talking spicy knock the nachos out his fitted cap Raw dog assassin, hit your bitch without no Jimmy hat 12 coming, i don't even give no fuck cause I got bail money Alabama brawl I'm finna slam this folding chair on em Real fucker, I paid for her hair cause I got jizz on it Real tonka, i geeked up my ride I slide like the road runner G Herbo Verse Ay ay ayyy Trackhawk, before I got use to mine I crashed like 3-4 times Big Swerve, give a fuck what I drive long as that bitch go fast GT leather seats smell like BP, hop in that bitch smoke gas Over east nobody wanna make us mad Cause they know we gonna get on they ass Bitch with me fine but I know she ain't mine Give her a dime because I still know she bad Im well known for fucking off racks Walk in the club and they open my tab I fuck around have Gnar in the Raq AR look like a guitar in his lap 3-4 Cubans my starter pack Don't take no pics, we'll charge you for that Lil Gnar Verse Linebacker to the quarterback, bitch I got the sack Fo-nem pull up on them with the rocket, put the belt to ass He been talking spicy knock the nachos out his fitted cap Raw dog assassin, hit your bitch without no Jimmy hat 12 coming, i don't even give no fuck cause I got bail money Alabama brawl I'm finna slam this folding chair on em Real fucker, I paid for her hair cause I got jizz on it Real tonka, i geeked up my ride I slide like the road runner