Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fetty In The Bag, artist - Snoop Dogg.
Date of issue: 19.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fetty In The Bag |
From The Isley Brothers to the Jackson 5 |
A nigga give it to you on the Black hand side |
Collide and glide 'til we amplified |
And do it all together, Electric Slide |
It got good to you (Good to you), now you feelin' the vibe |
In a Chevy, rollin', ready to ride |
Hand out the moon, heavy on the gas |
Steady on the mash, now put the fetty in the bag |
It’s a stick-up, I get to the money with no hiccups |
Give two fucks, no goof-ups |
No back-ups, no swoop-ups (Nope) |
Get stomped out in some motherfuckin' blue Chucks |
Yeah, nigga, I’m back |
In a 9−4 Cadillac, playin' Zapp with 15s in the back |
Stash the strap strap then adjust my snapback |
Salt and pepper, beans and rice |
Ebony and ivory, domino, dice |
Twice as nice, never payin' the price |
Bakin' a cake, have a slice |
Mustard and mayonnaise, leather and wood (Ooh wee) |
Take it from the rich, givin' back to the hood |
You know how we do’s it |
Robbed his ass and rode off to some gangsta music |
From The Isley Brothers to the Jackson 5 |
A nigga give it to you on the Black hand side |
Collide and glide 'til we amplified |
And do it all together, Electric Slide |
It got good to you (Good to you), now you feelin' the vibe |
In a Chevy, rollin', ready to ride |
Hand out the moon, heavy on the gas |
Steady on the mash, now put the fetty in the bag |
Give it to 'em, Loc, you know I gotta serve 'em all the time (All the time) |
And I ain’t gon' quit bangin' until I get mine (Real talk) |
Saggin' in my all blue deuce with the rag down |
Ayo, Amplified, turn that shit up loud |
Stayin' true to the game, that’s in my bloodline |
Long Beach Eastside, born and raised in 1−5 (1−5) |
Gangsta Crip music, C raggin' to the left of me |
Only a few real niggas got the recipe |
And I ain’t gotta say they names |
You know it’s real deal when you hear a little pain from the home of the braves |
(braves) |
And we still make it crack-a-lack |
Goldie Loc and Snoop Dogg, bring that G shit back |
They say they tired of that watered down (watered down) |
They wanna bang some real shit when they ridin' 'round (ridin' 'round) |
That’s why I’m spittin' now, so I can never fall off |
It’s been 20-plus years I’ve been Crippin' with the Boss, nigga |
From The Isley Brothers to the Jackson 5 |
A nigga give it to you on the Black hand side |
Collide and glide 'til we amplified |
And do it all together, Electric Slide |
It got good to you (Good to you), now you feelin' the vibe |
In a Chevy, rollin', ready to ride (Zz, zz) |
Hand out the moon, heavy on the gas |
Steady on the mash, now put the fetty in the bag |
Don’t cough, break it off or the heat gon' spark |
Hair trigger for them figures when I ride and stomp (Get 'em) |
No mask, don’t ask, just flash the steel |
Get cash quick fast or it’s caps to peel (ah) |
It’s the mangler, fidangler, always keep it gangster |
Savage, livin' lavish, go hard to see the paper (Get it) |
Straight grind, take mine, whatever to make mine |
Die before I beg, instead I’d face state time (uh-uh) |
All the way live, yeah, just like Lakeside |
Doin' dirt, puttin' in work, no play time |
Takin' flight for the finer things in life |
Still loccin', been a mogul, never changed my stripes |
Check the résumé, I dare to say you better lay low |
When them G’s called Tha Eastsidaz step in the door |
All go, y’all know, we stay ready to mash |
Weapons to blast, now put that fetty in a bag (yeah) |
From The Isley Brothers to the Jackson Five |
A nigga give it to you on the Black hand side |
Collide and glide 'til we amplified |
And do it all together, Electric Slide |
It got good to you (Good to you), now you feelin' the vibe |
In a Chevy, rollin', ready to ride |
Hand out the moon, heavy on the gas |
Steady on the mash, now put the fetty in the bag |