CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Get the Bag Off
Yeah
Y'all n***as ain't got no bag, man
(JK brazy)
I can't keep this bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, b*t*h, we ballin', your main b*t*h keep callin'
Now she on the road, she stuffin' for me
On the road, rollin'
Ayy, b*t*h, we on the road, now we ballin'
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
I drove seventeen hours to that one town (I did that)
Soon as I touch, n***a, sh*t slow down (For real)
My name good, everybody knowin' pape' around
40 Glocks, TEC-9s, plus a Drac' around (Big chop)
I call up twin, I bet he gon' lay you down (Bam)
Chopper hit his whip, that n***a catchin' fifty-six
I'm with the seven-four, they all swipin', sellin' blow (Woo)
VVSs in my chain got my neck froze
I learned how to mix, I'm hangin' with Baby Sip (Baby Sip)
He showed me how to turn a half to a whole brick (For real)
Free Ghetto, that n***a in the federal
Turnt overnight, keep that bag in my schedule
Get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, b*t*h, we ballin', your main b*t*h keep callin'
Now she on the road, she stuffin' for me
On the road, rollin'
Ayy, b*t*h, we on the road, now we ballin'
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me, ayy
Boy hit his first bad b*t*h and he cuffed the sh*t out her
I was tired of that b*t*h before I f**ked the sh*t out her
Course my dawg waitin' outside of the club with big chopper
Caught them n***as lackin' and they all froze, Ben Wallace, ayy
n***as know we poppin', b*t*hes know we got it
On the road, get that dog gone quicker than Coney Island, huh (Gone)
Light a n***a body up like I'm Photoshoppin'
Run up, put the piece to his head like I'm photo-bombing
If it make money, then my hands in the sh*t
Fifty on me, pockets thicker than a mannequin b*t*h
On my mama, I f**ked her and her friend with this d**k
She a demon, two hand with the twist, told her
Get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, b*t*h, we ballin', your main b*t*h keep callin'
Now she on the road, she stuffin' for me
On the road, rollin'
Ayy, b*t*h, we on the road, now we ballin'
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me, ayy
Y'all n***as ain't got no bag, man
(JK brazy)
I can't keep this bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, b*t*h, we ballin', your main b*t*h keep callin'
Now she on the road, she stuffin' for me
On the road, rollin'
Ayy, b*t*h, we on the road, now we ballin'
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
I drove seventeen hours to that one town (I did that)
Soon as I touch, n***a, sh*t slow down (For real)
My name good, everybody knowin' pape' around
40 Glocks, TEC-9s, plus a Drac' around (Big chop)
I call up twin, I bet he gon' lay you down (Bam)
Chopper hit his whip, that n***a catchin' fifty-six
I'm with the seven-four, they all swipin', sellin' blow (Woo)
VVSs in my chain got my neck froze
I learned how to mix, I'm hangin' with Baby Sip (Baby Sip)
He showed me how to turn a half to a whole brick (For real)
Free Ghetto, that n***a in the federal
Turnt overnight, keep that bag in my schedule
Get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, b*t*h, we ballin', your main b*t*h keep callin'
Now she on the road, she stuffin' for me
On the road, rollin'
Ayy, b*t*h, we on the road, now we ballin'
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me, ayy
Boy hit his first bad b*t*h and he cuffed the sh*t out her
I was tired of that b*t*h before I f**ked the sh*t out her
Course my dawg waitin' outside of the club with big chopper
Caught them n***as lackin' and they all froze, Ben Wallace, ayy
n***as know we poppin', b*t*hes know we got it
On the road, get that dog gone quicker than Coney Island, huh (Gone)
Light a n***a body up like I'm Photoshoppin'
Run up, put the piece to his head like I'm photo-bombing
If it make money, then my hands in the sh*t
Fifty on me, pockets thicker than a mannequin b*t*h
On my mama, I f**ked her and her friend with this d**k
She a demon, two hand with the twist, told her
Get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, b*t*h, we ballin', your main b*t*h keep callin'
Now she on the road, she stuffin' for me
On the road, rollin'
Ayy, b*t*h, we on the road, now we ballin'
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me, ayy
