[Intro]
(Welcome to Get a Bag Records)
(Let's get a bag)

[Chorus: AllStar JR]
Boy, get your ho ass killed
She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built
'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet (Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back
Boy, get your ho ass killed
She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built
'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet
She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back
Let's get a what?

[Verse 1: AllStar JR]
I just spend thirteen thousand goin' on a shoe mission
Damn near thought I went shopping for me and you n***as
Can't pronounce the name of this Lamb', it's like two-fifty
N***as twenty deep in the club, they got two bitches
Give me twenty feet in the club, I got a few issues
Ain't gon' be discreet if you bummy, bitch, I got two pistols
I can make you wanna boss up, you got a few minutes
Every n***a who sellin' dope ain't got a few chickens
N***as think the car nice as hell 'til it get chewed up
Back pourin' two fours a day, this shit be too much
OVO signs out the window when n***as scoot up
Give everybody in gang Drac', we call it crew love
[Chorus: AllStar JR]
Boy, get your ho ass killed
She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built
'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet
She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back
Boy, get your ho ass killed
She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built
'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet
She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back
Let's get a what?

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Don't be duckin', we sliding
Rollie flooded in diamonds
First two months of '22, bitch, I made hundreds of thousands
Man, these fuck n***as crazy, for that chicken, we fry 'em
At the spot with dog shit, count up two hundred and fast
Maybach truck or the Rover
Come from nothing but overs
Bro be steppin' 'bout that fetti, you get slumped if you owe us
They gave lil' cuz twenty-six 'cause he was turnt in Dakota
Took the Forgis off the 'Vette so I could stomp on the motor
Bitch, I was raised by the streets
We looked up to Big Meech
You pop a pill to go on drills, I don't need nothin' to tweak
Drop eighty racks on a Presi', play with bales like I'm Screech
My brodie got that strong dog, shit gon' sell on a leash
[Chorus: AllStar JR]
Boy, get your ho ass killed
She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built
'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet
She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back
Boy, get your ho ass killed
She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built
'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet
She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back
Let's get a what?

[Outro]
(Let's get a bag)