Bag Right - Yatta

Gang gang in this motherfucker, you heard me?

Buddy on the beat, you heard me?

CorkolandKrazy, nigga

Big H2K, man, shout out the Navy

Gang shit, been lane-switched, still fuckin' on your main bitch, you heard?

Ayy, get that bag right

Ayy, had to hit that road, get that bag right

Nigga, get that bag right

Ayy, had to kick that door, get that bag right

Ayy, get that bag right

Ayy, she had to hit that road, get that bag right

Nigga, get that bag right

Rerocked him with all fake bulls to get that bag right

If that Glock ain’t got a stick, it don’t feel right

Brody, that ain’t Cookies, that shit real light

Thirty pounds on my luggage, but it feel light

On the plane with the bags, them bitches sealed tight, ayy

I dogged every bitch but they still like me

I just hit the bitch for a minute but she still liked it

The homie backdoored the homie, it get real grimy

Sucker smacked the homie, got smacked, and we still slide, nigga

Ayy, when I feel like it

I can thumb through a dub when I feel like it

Her baby daddy a scrub, wanna be just like me

I can fuck his baby mama when I feel like it

Sucker push up on me, bitch, I’m still rockin'

K came with a drum, so when you done, this bitch still knockin'

From the sucker side, ain’t with the shit, but we still popped him

When he call the line I get 'em cheaper 'cause I’m still locked in, nigga

Ayy, get that bag right

Ayy, had to hit that road, get that bag right

Nigga, get that bag right

Ayy, had to kick that door, get that bag right

Ayy, get that bag right

Ayy, she had to hit that road, get that bag right

Nigga, get that bag right

Rerocked him with all fake bulls to get that bag right

Rollers locked me down, but can’t shit stop me

She seen me hop it out her friend, but she still top me

This nigga mad 'cause his baby mama dick hoppin'

You should be mad that your lil' homie clique hoppin'

I told the homie I got it on me, ain’t no pit stoppin'

Rollers tryna blurp, we gon' skrrt off, ain’t shit stoppin'

Brody, that ain’t no Rollie, your shit tick-tocking

Got your bitch French kissing my tip, down there lip-locking, nigga

Ayy, what it feel like?

I ain’t never seen what a mil' like

I’m in the field, I done seen what a kill like

If I see a sucker, don’t do nothin', I wouldn’t feel right, nigga

Ayy, get that bag right

Ayy, had to hit that road, get that bag right

Nigga, get that bag right

Ayy, had to kick that door, get that bag right

Ayy, get that bag right

Ayy, she had to hit that road, get that bag right

Nigga, get that bag right

Rerocked him with all fake bulls to get that bag right