Get To The Bag

Man I'm tired of niggas saying this nigga immortal
He can't he can't do the trap beats he only do punch lines suck my dick
I get to the bag them niggas is hating I'm getting em mad (I'm getting em mad)
They envy my life they climbing the gate to look at the grass (To look at the grass)
They think that I'm sleep but really I'm loaded them niggas they better be fast I come out The house with timbs and the mask one of the head and 10 in the mag bow!
I ain't fucking with you you ain't gang nigga (You ain't gang nigga)
Lyrically I'm out your league we ain't the same nigga (We ain't the same nigga)
Turning 28 and now you wanna bang nigga all about my dollars
Give a fuck about what you claim nigga
Fans like I ain't even know that he could rap like this (He rap like this)
Thought he was too used to spiting punches why he act like this (He act like this)
I hope this flow he uses stays consistent spitting crack like this
I really think I'm feeling what he's saying why he black like this
Oh god, timbs keep staining my socks get comfy I switch to the crocs
(Switch to the crocs)
I give a fuck if it's hot talk shit I'm spinning ya block (Spinning ya block)
And I ain't gonna miss from the car my nigga I really got aim you see on the gram
I stay in the range I'm aiming the beam and hitting ya brain
Choppa gon make em rejoice I'm lifting and letting it sing
If I'm running down on my opps you know that I'm leaving a stain (I'm leaving a stain)
My niggas gon ride to the death just know that I'm doing the same
Bar after bar I'm killing the game you know I'm a king so stay in your lane

I'm out for the bag
I'm out for the bag
I'm out for the bag
First place no last
It's busting it down and bringing it back
I get to the bag
I get to the bag
I get to the bag
I throw it i get
It's back to the stash
Then I'm out chasing math

Tryna flow a pro
Started years ago

Can't kill me if you hit me with a heart with bow I got dough

Moonlight midnight glow
Didn't know left ya man right in the snow

Call the po po
Stay on the low low

Valid thing and she on go mode
Baddie yeah I hit like pete rose

52 Whip the game we on
I'ma tap that work like savion

Came with sticks like handy
Shots running like bambi

Got my niggas out the jammie
Only get chickens by the family

Fresh out that Pyrex
Bags looking like Cyrex

Been ordering
Money brick stacked Im hoarding

Get ya own Birkin leave me alone leave me alone
My little independent lil b simone

Cristian van sprocket on my drip it's equipped his and her kit

God level I make the best raps
Sleep on me get ya neck snapped

You know you can't handle this
Give em' one round Like canibus

Nigga Fuck if you mad
Nigga go get the bag

448 We don't speak
Tell Papi See you in two weeks