Get To the Bag

Get to the bag dad
I gotta get to the bag
It's time to buy a money counter
This shit coming too fast
Get to the bag dad
I gotta get to the bag
It's time to buy a money counter
This shit coming too fast

I gotta get to the bag
Naw I ain't repping no flags
It's dbh up in this bitch
And we be popping them tags
We be wearing that red
And we be wearing that blue
RIP out to my homeboy Louisville Clu
Playa haters everywhere
You gotta watch ya back
Sucka ducka ass Niggas
Tryna steal ya sack
Foe I let a nigga take it
I'm a put one in him
You better try to pull some slick shit
From the beginning
And if ya ass get away
Ya ass better hide
When I see ya face
I ain't dropping my pride
Only thing that I'm dropping
These mafuckin' hollow tips
Come to Hustleville
and get ya bitch ass pistol whipped
Beat him with a pistol grip
Send him off abandon ship
Crumble ya whole body up
Like a fucking tater chip
Get back to my block
Where them niggas selling rocks
Stay in safe spots
Where them niggas watch for cops

Get to the bag dad
I gotta get to the bag
It's time to buy a money counter
This shit coming too fast
Get to the bag dad
I gotta get to the bag
It's time to buy a money counter
This shit coming too fast

Time to buy a money counter
This shit coming too fast
Gotta put this shit in bags
Like I'm raking the grass
On my lil John shit
Now it's time to invest
How much that hospital cost
Talking bout north crest
We gone buy em all up
Even out in the west
Promote my songs in them bitches
Nurses shaking they ass
Then it's on to the next
Need a private jet
Take a trip to bowling green
Go and buy me a vet
Custom made skat pack
Motor in the back
I don't even drive that
Where my Beamer at
Niggas hating on my name
Say my music wack
Thought you had a lil song
Where ya screamers at
Keep them real niggas with me holsters attached
50 round exstendo Blow out cha back

Get to the bag dad
I gotta get to the bag
It's time to buy a money counter
This shit coming too fast
Get to the bag dad
I gotta get to the bag
It's time to buy a money counter
This shit coming too fast

My sleepless nights I encounter
Helping me with my flow
I wake up outta a dream
And let my ink pen go
An optimo filled with grams of dro
A make my talent show
Like a talent show
I put the pieces together
Like I be working a puzzle
And pray to god every night
Because everyday it's a struggle
I gotta make it no faking
Ain't got no time to be waiting
I wanna live the hood life
While you contemplating
Still living in the crib
At ya mama's house
Thirteen years old
I was king of the drought
Always stay motivated highly driven
Had it hard coming up
Rats in the kitchen
Real talk no lie
I done came a long way
Selling forty dollar pieces
Every minute of the day
I ain't never sold out
I ain't never been a snitch
Get cha brains blowed out
Fucking round with my click
From a itty gritty city
Called Russellville
Every nigga in my click
Recognized as real nigga

Get to the bag dad
I gotta get to the bag
It's time to buy a money counter
This shit coming too fast
Get to the bag dad
I gotta get to the bag
It's time to buy a money counter
This shit coming too fast



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Smith
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