Lirik Lagu I Get the Bag - Gucci Mane
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SouthsideHah, it's Gucci!It's Drop Top, Wizop, hoo!If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon shoot youGo!
Yeah! Aye, you get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)Straight out the lot, 300 cashAnd the car came with a blunt in it (ye)Lil' mama a thot, and she got assAnd she gon' fuck up a bag (ye)Pull up to the spot, living too fastDroppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)Drop the top (drop top) when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, ayeEat it up like it's a feast (eat it up) they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)
Percocet pill on meIce on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)Them niggas that flex in the back don't say nothin'Them niggas will kill for meBackends I count 'em asleep, on fleek100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)Bitch I'm a dog, give my treatHop out the frog and leap (leap!)I put them bricks in the PhantomMy bitch she walk around like she Kris JennerI used to break and then enterThen Takeoff run 'em like the game of templeIt's simple, I play with the mentalMomma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)Canada 'cause I'm a money symbolWalking with the racks, I'm looking 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 (brrr!)Double my cup, pour a tripleFox 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 (brrr!)Backing up, bagging up vegetables (bag!)Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies!)Cocaine, codeine, et ceteraCocaine and lean, it's federalI take off, landin' on NebulaAs of now 20 M's on my schedule(Takeoff!)
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)Straight out the lot, 300 cashAnd the car came with a blunt in it (ye)Lil' mama a thot and she got assAnd she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)Pull up to the spot, living too fastDroppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)Drop the top (drop top) when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, ayeEat it up like it's a feast (eat it up) they say the dope on fleek
It's Gucci!I know that you niggas gettin' sick of meThese chains on my neck cost a mil' a pieceI won’t even like to freestyle for freeI put in the key and I ride the beatI won’t even come out the house for freeI pay a nigga to drive for meJay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for meI do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to meI get the, I get the, I get the bagThey get the bag, had to cut it in halfStop the comparing, y'all makin’ me laughNeed the rehab, I'm addicted to cashConvertible Wop, convertible topMy dope got a vertical, look at it hopSkrrt skkrt skkrt, and it jump out the potCame out of jail and went straight to the topTake it easy babyMiddle of summer I’m freezin’ babyDon’t leave me babyJust drop to your knees and please me babyI’m fascinated, two bitches so fine that I masturbatedCongratulations, she brain me so good that I graduatedThey had to hate itI don't fuck with them niggas, they plastic babyI trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters babyIt’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic babyI’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)Straight out the lot, 300 cashAnd the car came with a blunt in it (ye)Lil' mama a thot and she got assAnd she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)Pull up to the spot, living too fastDroppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, ayeEat it up like it's a feast (eat it up) they say the dope on fleek, yeah!
Yeah! Aye, you get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)Straight out the lot, 300 cashAnd the car came with a blunt in it (ye)Lil' mama a thot, and she got assAnd she gon' fuck up a bag (ye)Pull up to the spot, living too fastDroppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)Drop the top (drop top) when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, ayeEat it up like it's a feast (eat it up) they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)
Percocet pill on meIce on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)Them niggas that flex in the back don't say nothin'Them niggas will kill for meBackends I count 'em asleep, on fleek100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)Bitch I'm a dog, give my treatHop out the frog and leap (leap!)I put them bricks in the PhantomMy bitch she walk around like she Kris JennerI used to break and then enterThen Takeoff run 'em like the game of templeIt's simple, I play with the mentalMomma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)Canada 'cause I'm a money symbolWalking with the racks, I'm looking 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 (brrr!)Double my cup, pour a tripleFox 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 (brrr!)Backing up, bagging up vegetables (bag!)Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies!)Cocaine, codeine, et ceteraCocaine and lean, it's federalI take off, landin' on NebulaAs of now 20 M's on my schedule(Takeoff!)
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)Straight out the lot, 300 cashAnd the car came with a blunt in it (ye)Lil' mama a thot and she got assAnd she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)Pull up to the spot, living too fastDroppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)Drop the top (drop top) when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, ayeEat it up like it's a feast (eat it up) they say the dope on fleek
It's Gucci!I know that you niggas gettin' sick of meThese chains on my neck cost a mil' a pieceI won’t even like to freestyle for freeI put in the key and I ride the beatI won’t even come out the house for freeI pay a nigga to drive for meJay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for meI do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to meI get the, I get the, I get the bagThey get the bag, had to cut it in halfStop the comparing, y'all makin’ me laughNeed the rehab, I'm addicted to cashConvertible Wop, convertible topMy dope got a vertical, look at it hopSkrrt skkrt skkrt, and it jump out the potCame out of jail and went straight to the topTake it easy babyMiddle of summer I’m freezin’ babyDon’t leave me babyJust drop to your knees and please me babyI’m fascinated, two bitches so fine that I masturbatedCongratulations, she brain me so good that I graduatedThey had to hate itI don't fuck with them niggas, they plastic babyI trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters babyIt’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic babyI’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)Straight out the lot, 300 cashAnd the car came with a blunt in it (ye)Lil' mama a thot and she got assAnd she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)Pull up to the spot, living too fastDroppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, ayeEat it up like it's a feast (eat it up) they say the dope on fleek, yeah!
