"Gimmie The Bag" lyrics

These packets, they move and they move and they move
Gave my yungen the blower
Turns out he ain't know what to do
Ain't coming in, we ain't getting it through
Lemme switch up my route

Bro behind bars for the way that he troop
Ever went all in for the win
But then it goes wrong and you lose
Now you gotta get your head straight
Or you go and add salt to your wounds
Top floor shift with an awesome view
Quick J rice with a gorgeous stew

Tia, she cute, but it's clear that she know it
Ain't doing too much, know it's tense
One funny move, I might show it

Think I'm losing my edge
'Bout save a bitch, I ain't one for heroics
Come like typical me
Why she causing a scene

Last year saw nuff tales
Fall back if you're unwell
She said she don't like the money and drugs
Baby, that's me in a nutshell

Class B went quiet for a bit
So we had to think fast and upscale
Ain't seeing no failure
Gunshot for a hater

I said, baby, I'm really down under
And I ain't really got much data
Wish me, my nigga had the same hunger
But he just thrills off danger

Nah, lemme say action
Front line of your caption
Ever seen two members jump out
And they both came on badness

These packets, they move and they move and they move
Gave my yungen the blower
Turns out he ain't know what to do
Ain't coming in, we ain't getting it through
Lemme switch up my route

Bro behind bars for the way that he troop
Ever went all in for the win
But then it goes wrong and you lose
Now you gotta get your head straight
Or you go and add salt to your wounds
Top floor shift with an awesome view
Quick J rice with a gorgeous stew