I Get the Bag

Album: Mr. Davis (2017)
Charted: 11
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  • Hah, it's Gucci
    It's Drop Top (skrrt)
    Wizop, hoo (skrrt)

    You get the bag and fumble it
    I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
    Straight out the lot, threehundred cash (cash)
    And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
    Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
    And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)
    Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)
    Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)
    In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)
    Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
    But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)
    Be real with me, keep it 100 (whoa)
    Just be real with me (ayy)
    Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)
    They say the dope on fleek (yep)

    Percocet pill on me (Percocet)
    Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (ice)
    Them niggas that flex in the back don't say nothin'
    Them niggas will kill for me
    Back ends I count 'em asleep, on fleek
    100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe)
    Bitch, I'm a dog, eat my treat (hrr)
    Hop out the frog and leap (leap)
    I put them bricks in the Phantom
    My bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner)
    I used to break and then enter
    Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple (whew)
    It's simple, I play with the mental
    Mama said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama)
    Canada, 'cause I'm a money symbol
    Walkin' with the racks, I'm lookin' crippled (money)
    Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her)
    A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel)
    Not from L.A. but I clip her (brr)
    Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis)
    Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
    I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your)
    Look at my wrist, and it's critical (look at the)
    Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the)
    I get that bag on the regular (bag)
    I got a bag on my cellular (brr)
    Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (bag)
    Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies)
    Cocaine, codeine, et cetera (white)
    Cocaine and lean, it's federal (white)
    I take off, landin' on Nebula
    As of now 20 M's on my schedule (Takeoff)

    You get the bag and fumble it
    I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
    Straight out the lot, threehundred cash (cash)
    And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
    Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
    And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)
    Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)
    Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)
    In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)
    Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
    But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)
    Be real with me, keep it 100 (whoa)
    Just be real with me (it's Gucci, ayy)
    Eat it up like it's a feast (hah, whoa, eat it up)
    They say the dope on fleek (yep)

    I know that these niggas gettin' sick of me (eww-ah)
    These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece (umm)
    I won't even like to freestyle for free
    I put in the key and I ride the beat (whirr)
    I won't even come out the house for free
    I pay a nigga to drive for me (huh?)
    Jay Z couldn't even co-sign for me
    I do what I want, 'cause I'm signed to me (damn)
    I get the, I get the, I get the bag
    They get the bag, had to cut it in half (whoa)
    Stop the comparin', y'all makin' me laugh
    Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash (Gucci)
    Convertible Wop, convertible top
    My dope got a vertical, look at it hop
    Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot (pot)
    Came out of jail and went straight to the top
    Take it easy, baby, middle of summer, I'm freezin', baby (burr)
    Don't leave me, baby
    Just drop to your knees and please me, baby (don't)
    I'm fascinated, two bitches so fine that I masturbated (hah)
    Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated (wow)
    They had to hate it
    I don't fuck with them niggas, they plastic, baby (heh)
    I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters, baby
    It's tragic, baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic, baby (hah)
    I'm savage, baby
    I'm killin' these niggas, closed casket, baby (ayy, Wop)

    You get the bag and fumble it
    I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
    Straight out the lot, threehundred cash (cash)
    And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
    Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
    And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)
    Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)
    Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)
    In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)
    Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
    But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)
    Be real with me, keep it 100 (whoa)
    Just be real with me (ayy)
    Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)
    They say the dope on fleek (yep) Writer/s: Joshua Luellen, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Leland Tyler Wayne, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Radric Delante Davis
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Jonathan from 18042yo. gucci mane has always been sweet. i like how fat joes coming back now. hopefully will make a new album about big pun. yo glottis coming back with rake it up so the genre is getting really good now.
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