Get To the Bag

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Aye

I am the one
Fuck do you mean
Your bae let me packer
She loving the green
Turn your state to farm
There's red on your team
I said it's a farm
I'm planting my seeds
Look at my little baby's
Yes indeed
When we are winning
It's changing names
From Vic to Tory
Say you gone stop me
Come be a guard then
Softer than flowers
Behind these bars
I am the warden
Dot on your circle
Bagging my targets
New found religion
You need some regarding
Atheist flow
No living regardless
Lined up with dots
If you try angles
Move with some caution
Rest In Peace
I'm getting my portion
Lady Luck
Is doing you bad
I'm in your miss fortune

Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
I'm on your ass
Yeah yeah
I'm on your ass
Yeah yeah

Got a date with destiny
This is my year
That green keep growing
Ch ch ch chia
Clap at you all
On my Katt Williams
You ride
You gone fall
Pissing you off
That's why you wanna stall
All in your bitch
Protected but raw
She screaming God
I said praise the lord
Writing my name
All over her walls
I am a artist
You know I'm a draw
Breaking it down
D is too raw
Like cops coming
Get rocked in your jaw
Catching dubs with AR's
You better stop saying
This here is war
You catching a L
Leave em' in awe
I'm laying down law
Saying D 12
That is bizarre
Trying to catch
M's on em'
I'm shading you all

Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
I'm on your ass
Yeah yeah
I'm on your ass
Yeah yeah
Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
I'm on your ass
Yeah yeah
I'm on your ass
Yeah yeah

Top of the morning
Your bitch give me top
In the morning
Hearing my music
On top of her moaning
Catching a body
I'm leaving her mourning
Texting her friends
They thinking bout joining
Say I'm her future
Live in the moment
She ain't no angel
Your baby a omen
She giving it up
Like she just owe men
Riding my wave
Her ocean in motion
She jumped in that water
Now she a swimmer
Gotta stay stroking
Say I'm official
But I stay coaching
I am just boasting
With all these verses
I am just floating
Back people food
This season we on it
Needing a challenge
Where's an opponent
Killing you niggas
Just for enjoyment
Yeah yeah

Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
Get to the bag
Stacking up cash
Fuck it up fast
Yeah yeah
I'm on your ass
Yeah yeah
I'm on your ass
Yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Duran Haywood
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