I Get The Bag lyrics is new single from Gucci Mane released on August 18, 2017.This lyrics written by Metro Boomin, Southside, Quavo, Takeoff & Gucci Mane and distributed by Atlantic Records and includes on the MR. Davis Album.
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I GET THE BAG LYRICS
Southside
Hah, it’s Gucci!
It’s Drop Top, Wizop, hoo! Skrr
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon shoot you
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek
Percocet pill on me, 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
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her
A nickel for me to take pictures
Not from L.A. but I clip her
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica
I’m not your average or typical
Look at my wrist and it’s critical
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature
I get that bag on the regular
I got a bag on my cellular
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
20 M’s on my schedule
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
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
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!
