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Gang gang in this motherfucker, you heard me?
Buddy on the beat, you heard me?
In this bitch, H2K, man, shout out the Navy
Gang shit, but lane switch, still fuck 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
Brodie, that ain't cookies, that shit real life
Thirty pounds on my luggage, but it feel light
On the plane with them bags, them bitches sealed tight, ayy
Hot dogged every bitch, but they still like me
I just hit the bitch for a minute, but she still like me
The homie backdoored the homie and get real grimy
Suckers smacked the homie, got smacked, and we still slide, nigga
Ayy, when I feel like it
I could thumb through a dub when I feel like it
Her baby daddy a square, wanna be just like me
I could 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 sucka' side, ain't with the shit, but we still popped him
When he call the line, I get him 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 lock me down, but can't shit stop me
She seen me hop without her friend, but she still topped me
This nigga mad 'cause his baby mama dick hoppin'
You should be mad that your lil' homie clique hoppin'