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I Get The Bag Lyrics By Gucci Mane Featuring Migos

    gucci mane quavo
    ha
    it’s gucci it’s drop top
    wizop whoo
    yeah ayy go

    quavo
    you get the bag and fumble it
    i get the bag and flip it and tumble it yeah
    straight out the lot three hundred cash cash
    and the car came with a blunt in it yeah
    lil’ mama a thot and she got ass thot
    and she gon’ fuck up a bag yeah
    pull up to the spot livin’ too fast yeah
    droppin’ the dope in the stash yeah
    in italy got two foreign hoes they dm me ooh brr ayy
    drop the top when it’s cold droptop
    but you feel the heat skrrt yeah ayy
    be real with me
    keep it 00 just be real with me ayy
    eat it up like it’s a feast woah eat it up
    they say the dope on fleek yep

    takeoff
    percocet pill on me percocet
    ice on my neck baby chill with me ice
    them niggas that post in the back don’t say nothin’
    them niggas will kill for me
    back ends i count in my sleep on fleek
    hundred k spent on a patek phillippe phillippe
    bitch i’m a dog eat my treat hrr
    hop out the frog and leap leap
    i put them bricks in the fender
    my bitch she walk around like she kris jenner kris jenner
    i used to break in and enter
    then takeoff runnin’ like the game of temple whew
    it’s simple i play with her mental
    mama said she saw me on jimmy kimmel mama
    count it up ’cause i’m a money symbol
    walkin’ with the racks i’m lookin’ crippled money
    fuck on that bitch then i tip her tip her
    a nickel for me to take pictures nickel
    not from la but i clip her brr
    double my cup pour a triple actavis
    fox on my body no vivica fox on my…
    i’m not your average or typical i’m not your…
    look at my wrist and it’s critical look at the…
    hold it up droppin’ the temperature droppin’ the…
    i get that bag on the regular bag
    i got a bag on my cellular brr
    backin’ up baggin’ up vegetables bag
    bag of them cookies it’s medical cookies
    cocaine codeine etcetera white
    cocaine and lean it’s federal white
    i take off landin’ on nebula
    as of now twenty m’s on my schedule takeoff

    quavo gucci mane
    you get the bag and fumble it
    i get the bag and flip it and tumble it yeah
    straight out the lot three hundred cash cash
    and the car came with a blunt in it yeah
    lil’ mama a thot and she got ass thot
    and she gon’ fuck up a bag yeah
    pull up to the spot livin’ too fast yeah
    droppin’ the dope in the stash yeah
    in italy got two foreign hoes they dm me ooh brr ayy
    drop the top when it’s cold droptop
    but you feel the heat skrrt yeah ayy
    be real with me
    keep it 00 just be real with me it’s gucci ayy
    eat it up like it’s a feast hah woah eat it up
    they say the dope on fleek yep

    gucci mane
    i know that these niggas gettin’ sick of me ewwah
    these chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece um
    i don’t even like to freestyle for free
    i put in the key and i ride the beat
    i won’t even come out the house for free
    i pay a nigga to drive for me huh
    jayz couldn’t even cosign for me
    i do what i want ’cause i’m signed to me damn
    i get the i get the i get the bag
    they get the bag have to cut it in half wop
    stop the comparin’ y’all makin’ me laugh
    need the rehab i’m addicted to cash
    convertible wop convertible top
    my dope got a vertical look at it hop
    skrrt skrrt skrrt and it jump out the pot pot
    came out of jail and went straight to the top
    take it easy baby middle of summer i’m freezin’ baby burr
    don’t leave me baby
    just drop to your knees and please me baby go
    i’m fascinated two bitches so fine that i masturbated ha
    congratulations she brain me so good that i graduated wow
    they had to hate it
    i don’t fuck with them niggas they plastic baby heh
    a trapper baby i rap but i own all my masters baby
    it’s tragic baby i pull up and fuck up the traffic baby ha
    a savage baby
    i’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby wop

    quavo
    you get the bag and fumble it
    i get the bag and flip it and tumble it yeah
    straight out the lot 00 cash cash
    and the car came with a blunt in it yeah
    lil’ mama a thot and she got ass thot
    and she gon’ fuck up a bag yeah
    pull up to the spot livin’ too fast yeah
    droppin’ the dope in the stash yah
    in italy got two foreign hoes they dm me ooh brr ayy
    drop the top when it’s cold drop top
    but you feel the heat skrrt yah ayy
    be real with me
    keep it 00 just be real with me ayy
    eat it up like it’s a feast woah eat it up
    they say the dope on fleek yep

    Artist: Gucci Mane Featuring Migos

    Year: 2017

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 497