Lyrics Bag - Gummy

Bag

Just hit a button Morty give me a beat!
Alright okay umm…
(It's Memphis)
Yeah Yeah
You know what time it is
Racks in the… Racks!
Yeah, yeah
Ya ya!
I get the bag and I run it up aye
I get me some Racks and I flip it up aye
I cook up the sauce, boy I whip it up
I’m up in the booth and I fuck it up
Like I get the bag and I got finesse
I run it like Nike, I’m signing the cheques
I’m calling up Jefe we jump on a jet
I go for the kill man I go for the neck
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Huh
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag
Yeah, Aye!
Yuh!
I’m dripping this water, I drip like a lake
I smash in your house and call that my Estate!
The 223 chopper it came with the scope
These niggas want smoke, but this shit not a joke
Swim in that pussy, I dive in punani
This beat is so wavy, Surf on it Tsunami
Drip like a faucet, lit like a rocket
No Van Djik, Got your bitch in my pocket
Got the game in my sights like a red dot (Grrrrrt)
Feeling like a Fire Fighter, boy I’m red hot
Like okay okay
Got my music turnt up scream Ole
Ride my dick like a Bull scream Ole
Got my bitches in Three, no Fourplay
Look at my neck and it be chocking
Diamonds on deck, I’m so frozen
Dripping or drowning, can’t float in my ocean
Got Bad bitches with me, she rolls she’s a 10
Hoes are just lame, we not the same
She said I got bounce that’s the way that I walk
I’m talking about Racks, now I’m talking the talk
Whippin' excursion, whipping the German
I get the bag nigga
Huh?
Like I get the bag nigga, yeah!
I get the bag and I run it up aye
I get me some Racks and I flip it up aye
I cook up the sauce, boy I whip it up
I’m up in the booth and I fuck it up
Yeah
Like I get the bag and I got Finesse
I run it like Nike, I’m signing the cheques
I’m calling up Jefe we jump on a jet
I go for the kill man I go for the neck
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Huh
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag
Yeah, Aye!
Yuh!
You know gummy gone get the bag
Sipping henny I’ve been moving mad
Your lil shawty I left her down bad
She swallowed my kids now she calling me dad
Smoke the loudest I’m stuck in the clouds I’m feeling too wavy I ain’t coming
back
When I pull up with racks it’s a vibe we grinding all day cause the money comes
right
Bag innit swear I got drip with some ice fitted
When I came in the trap niggas knew I’m with it
I ain’t part of your gang cause I trap different
They be calling me goat cause I’m hella gifted
And I’m stuck in my zone all these tunes I’m killing
I get the bag and I run it up aye
I get me some Racks and I flip it up aye
I cook up the sauce, boy I whip it up
I’m up in the booth and I fuck it up
Like I get the bag and I got finesse
I run it like Nike, I’m signing the cheques
I’m calling up Jefe we jump on a jet
I go for the kill man I go for the neck
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Huh
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag
Yeah, Aye!
Yuh!