"Get A Bag (Pt. 2)" lyrics
I won't fuck with you as long as you don't fuck with me
Still the type to check some loads like I'm buyin' and tuck a P
And yes, I got it for the low, this ain't no za, it's just OG
And plus my gas tank on E, but fuck it, it's drinks on me
These bitches catfish
These niggas shrimp and baby, I'm a shark
Tryin' get active with a dog, you gone get bit for all that bark
Don't be no mark, you pull up to they park, you better play it smart
When it get dark, just do yo part, I bet I hop out, make it spark
Shit, ain't no bitch inside my heart
And 'fore you see me push a cart, I rob that nigga up on yo block that's pushin' dope
Don't even ask me why I still be robbin' folks, bitch, I'm broke
If I never met Geesy, I probably still be sellin' dope
These niggas jokes
And this shit easy when you know what niggas don't
Nah, I ain't crazy, I'm just down to do some shit these niggas won't
And if it's funk, don't give a fuck 'bout what you think, it's on the flo'
I told you niggas I need money, weed, and drink, but I want more
I used to have a bitch that suck me 'til I'm sleep, but she a hoe
Them ratchet bitches be on go, and shout out to them 304's
I done turnt it up before, and I done been through highs and lows
Streets is hot, so hide the pole
I seen the cops, I'm drivin' slow
But if smoke, then drop the lo'
I'm still a vicious motherfucker
I'm solo dolo, nigga, you won't catch me with no buster
I be all across the country, catch me in and out of town
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no money, so I quit comin' around
Get your powder by the brick, exotic smoke come by the pound
Don't even ask me 'bout a lick, I'm hella broke, it's goin' down
Kick a do', put 'em on the flo', faces on the ground
Be quiet, don't make a sound
Nigga move, he take a round
I ain't crashin' 'bout a bitch, and free my dogs up out the pound
Feelin' leapy like a frog, as soon as he jump, I blow him down
Niggas mad, shit, that's fuckin' sad that you doin' bad
Don't complain 'bout what you had, just get up, get in yo bag
Still the type to check some loads like I'm buyin' and tuck a P
And yes, I got it for the low, this ain't no za, it's just OG
And plus my gas tank on E, but fuck it, it's drinks on me
These bitches catfish
These niggas shrimp and baby, I'm a shark
Tryin' get active with a dog, you gone get bit for all that bark
Don't be no mark, you pull up to they park, you better play it smart
When it get dark, just do yo part, I bet I hop out, make it spark
Shit, ain't no bitch inside my heart
And 'fore you see me push a cart, I rob that nigga up on yo block that's pushin' dope
Don't even ask me why I still be robbin' folks, bitch, I'm broke
If I never met Geesy, I probably still be sellin' dope
These niggas jokes
And this shit easy when you know what niggas don't
Nah, I ain't crazy, I'm just down to do some shit these niggas won't
And if it's funk, don't give a fuck 'bout what you think, it's on the flo'
I told you niggas I need money, weed, and drink, but I want more
I used to have a bitch that suck me 'til I'm sleep, but she a hoe
Them ratchet bitches be on go, and shout out to them 304's
I done turnt it up before, and I done been through highs and lows
Streets is hot, so hide the pole
I seen the cops, I'm drivin' slow
But if smoke, then drop the lo'
I'm still a vicious motherfucker
I'm solo dolo, nigga, you won't catch me with no buster
I be all across the country, catch me in and out of town
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no money, so I quit comin' around
Get your powder by the brick, exotic smoke come by the pound
Don't even ask me 'bout a lick, I'm hella broke, it's goin' down
Kick a do', put 'em on the flo', faces on the ground
Be quiet, don't make a sound
Nigga move, he take a round
I ain't crashin' 'bout a bitch, and free my dogs up out the pound
Feelin' leapy like a frog, as soon as he jump, I blow him down
Niggas mad, shit, that's fuckin' sad that you doin' bad
Don't complain 'bout what you had, just get up, get in yo bag
