Lyrics Bag Right - Yatta

Bag Right

Gang gang in this motherfucker, you heard me?
Buddy on the beat, you heard me?
CorkolandKrazy, nigga
Big H2K, man, shout out the Navy
Gang shit, been lane-switched, still fuckin' on your main bitch, you heard?
Ayy, get that bag right
Ayy, had to hit that road, get that bag right
Nigga, 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
Nigga, get that bag right
Rerocked him with all fake bulls to get that bag right
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, nigga
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, nigga
Ayy, get that bag right
Ayy, had to hit that road, get that bag right
Nigga, 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
Nigga, get that bag right
Rerocked him with all fake bulls to get that bag right
Rollers locked me down, but can’t shit stop me
She seen me hop it out her friend, but she still top me
This nigga 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, nigga
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, nigga
Ayy, get that bag right
Ayy, had to hit that road, get that bag right
Nigga, 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
Nigga, get that bag right
Rerocked him with all fake bulls to get that bag right