Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bag, artist - Gummy.
Date of issue: 10.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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! |