Letra Get the bag Rich The Kid

Get the bag

Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy

Woah, I just get the bag and go
Woah, if you gon' shoot, then go
Pull up in the dark tint
We do a drive-by, high five
She gon' eat that dick just like some Five Guys, 'til she tired (Yeah)
All of my niggas, they down to ride
Setitoff with me, he went, brought the fire
Then Tony keep tellin' me he wanna die
Then YBT, we jugg, we glide
Pop they cap, they know they lyin'
Bad lil' bitch, she mighty fine

One thing a gangsta don't play 'bout is pride
Bring out the Draco when it's time to slide
Bitch, I got the stick in the ride when I ride
That yellow bitch, Setitoff cut like a pie
Nah I ain't gon play, hop out, give 'em that fire (Yeah)
Oh you like the smoke? Well nigga, let's get high
Hit his ass with that .40, make his mama cry
If that bitch come outside, I'll make his mama die
We runnin' up that bag, makin' ten bands a night
High, the life, pourin' fours in the Sprite
Beat that back in and go hop on a flight
High off a Perk, I might beat it all night
I just put three grams in a doobie, that's light
I'm mixin' the Gucci in with the Off-white
On gangstas, a nigga be fly like a kite
That blicka on me, nah, I ain't tryna fight
What you got on you? Nine, it's a Glock 23
What you owe for a P? Bitch, I want 23
I got YBT and I got Bino with me
Big blicka on me, hella hundreds on me

Yeah, we got that big blicky (Blicky)
We pull up in Fiji
Then we fuckin' on your main bitch up in the Maybach
Then we can't even smoke no weed because they tried to lace that
Then we really do want smoke, you copy and you paste that
Copy, the blue wheel Masi' (Masi')
They knockin', my posts got really poppin'
New flame, new shades (Shades, yeah)
These streets ain't safe (Safe, yeah)
Thank God I stayed away

Woah, I just get the bag and go
Woah, if you gon' shoot, then go
Pull up in the dark tint
We do a drive-by, high five
She gon' eat that dick just like some Five Guys, 'til she tired (Yeah)
All of my niggas, they down to ride
Setitoff with me, he went, brought the fire
Then Tony keep tellin' me he wanna die
Then YBT, we jugg, we glide
Pop they cap, they know they lyin'
Bad lil' bitch, she mighty fine

Cuban link 'round my neck and it drip like a faucet (Ooh)
Ooh, don't slip, be cautious
Jump start through my hood, I might get outta pocket
Big .40 on me, I ain't scared of nobody
These bullets hit, they gon' rip through his body
I hit once, that chopper gon' kick like karate
We just might slide with them sticks: hockey
I beat the pussy, whip: Bobby
Ain't 'bout the money, it ain't no discussion
Run up, you get burnt, like you just touched an oven
Fuck on that bitch, I might hit on her cousin (Ayy)
She bust like a 12-gauge shotty: dozen
They know in my city I ball like Derozan
Me, Bino and Set, man, our family was chosen
These diamonds (What?), they hit, you can see through my choker
It's time for this shit to blow up: motor

Woah, I just get the bag and go
Woah, if you gon' shoot, then go
Pull up in the dark tint
We do a drive-by, high five
She gon' eat that dick just like some Five Guys, 'til she tired (Yeah)
All of my niggas, they down to ride
Setitoff with me, he went, brought the fire
Then Tony keep tellin' me he wanna die
Then YBT, we jugg, we glide
Pop they cap, they know they lyin'
Bad lil' bitch, she mighty fine