Get the Bag
Anybody wanna pop off, man you can pop off
Don't be mad at me when I pull up with the top off
Sticks and stones couldn't break my bones
What makes you think you any stronger
And I'm really out here hustling ain't no time for no knock off
Been benched for years, now it's time for me to take off
I pray for good news, won't look like a fool
Anybody praying for me just to fall off
I wish you the best cuz I got zero problems
Time to cool you down on yo smile, you a fan
Motivating me to get all my bands
And I'ma take yo diss and throw it in the trash
Ima ghost and glow up cuz I'm built like that
Boss up too, and like glue ima stick like that
Get what I want cuz I cash like that
Why they question shy girl, she don't act like that
Act like that, she don't act like that
Pull up on you in the black on black Cadillac
Can't argue with a bitch that be looking slack
Know it's going up if Shireeq on the track
We flex on these bitches
We flex on these niggas
Throwing fucking hands, we don't hide behind a trigger
Naja flow crazy
I'm going crazy too
We ain't worried bout yo nigga
We ain't worried bout you
Sit the fuck down
Get the fuck back
Said It's on sight, lil nigga that's cap
Finna put the A on the mutha fucking map
Making big moves, make punches like Muhammad Ali
Straight out the hood, ain't no bitch in me
Get straight to the cash
Yea I'm all in my bag
Get enough to get my momma that Jag
Funny how they laugh, but they all in ya face now
Real gutta nigga, I pop big shit
Pop out on a nigga, get to bussing real quick
That nigga he a snitch
That nigga he a bitch
You sitting home broke, Me and sis getting rich
Ian no gangsta
Ian no thug
But I got real connections and real plugs
Y'all be getting high off the whack ass drugs
We just getting high off the money and the love
I said that shit once and I'll say that shit twice
Don't speak on our name if you can't match the price
We ain't worried bout the haters
We just worried about the bag
We chase the money back and forth like we playing tag
They calling me a lame
They try me like I'm weak
God finna take us on up to the peak
Living our dreams, lets put it in the air
Now yall looking sad, but I don't like to play fair
After this song please remember my name
It's Naja Dior and Shireeq on the gang
Don't be mad at me when I pull up with the top off
Sticks and stones couldn't break my bones
What makes you think you any stronger
And I'm really out here hustling ain't no time for no knock off
Been benched for years, now it's time for me to take off
I pray for good news, won't look like a fool
Anybody praying for me just to fall off
I wish you the best cuz I got zero problems
Time to cool you down on yo smile, you a fan
Motivating me to get all my bands
And I'ma take yo diss and throw it in the trash
Ima ghost and glow up cuz I'm built like that
Boss up too, and like glue ima stick like that
Get what I want cuz I cash like that
Why they question shy girl, she don't act like that
Act like that, she don't act like that
Pull up on you in the black on black Cadillac
Can't argue with a bitch that be looking slack
Know it's going up if Shireeq on the track
We flex on these bitches
We flex on these niggas
Throwing fucking hands, we don't hide behind a trigger
Naja flow crazy
I'm going crazy too
We ain't worried bout yo nigga
We ain't worried bout you
Sit the fuck down
Get the fuck back
Said It's on sight, lil nigga that's cap
Finna put the A on the mutha fucking map
Making big moves, make punches like Muhammad Ali
Straight out the hood, ain't no bitch in me
Get straight to the cash
Yea I'm all in my bag
Get enough to get my momma that Jag
Funny how they laugh, but they all in ya face now
Real gutta nigga, I pop big shit
Pop out on a nigga, get to bussing real quick
That nigga he a snitch
That nigga he a bitch
You sitting home broke, Me and sis getting rich
Ian no gangsta
Ian no thug
But I got real connections and real plugs
Y'all be getting high off the whack ass drugs
We just getting high off the money and the love
I said that shit once and I'll say that shit twice
Don't speak on our name if you can't match the price
We ain't worried bout the haters
We just worried about the bag
We chase the money back and forth like we playing tag
They calling me a lame
They try me like I'm weak
God finna take us on up to the peak
Living our dreams, lets put it in the air
Now yall looking sad, but I don't like to play fair
After this song please remember my name
It's Naja Dior and Shireeq on the gang
Credits
Writer(s): Shaquan Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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