[Intro]
Gang gang in this motherfucker, you heard me?
Buddy on the beat, you heard me?
CorkolandKrazy, n***a
Big H2K, man, shout out the Navy
Gang shit, been lane-switched, still fuckin' on your main bitch, you heard?

[Chorus]
Ayy, get that bag right
Ayy, had to hit that road, get that bag right
N***a, 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
N***a, get that bag right
Rerocked him with all fake bulls to get that bag right

[Verse 1]
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, n***a
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, n***a
[Chorus]
Ayy, get that bag right
Ayy, had to hit that road, get that bag right
N***a, 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
N***a, get that bag right
Rerocked him with all fake bulls to get that bag right

[Verse 2]
Rollers locked me down, but can't shit stop me
She seen me hop it out her friend, but she still top me
This n***a 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, n***a
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, n***a

[Chorus]
Ayy, get that bag right
Ayy, had to hit that road, get that bag right
N***a, 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
N***a, get that bag right
Rerocked him with all fake bulls to get that bag right