MC Bros - Bag (feat. King-B) Lyrics

I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag
I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag

I pull up and get to the bag I pull up and get to it fast
I been gettin in my bag, all of these niggas kiss ass
Got all this dough like Waffle House, it's fallin up outta my pants
Big bro just got in to town already counted 5 bands
Told the bitch get in position, been workin' all day in the kitchen
Aint no snitches them niggas get stitches, been dunkin' like Jordan on bitches
Told B pull the extension, these niggas they look a lil iffy
Been rollin up all of this sticky, just blew through a whole zippy
Don't believe in magic can't trick me, lil dirty nigga on a 10 speed
F*ck nigga won't get to me, told Teezy a watch the speed
Hit Cinci for the cheese, blues brothers know what I mean?
Enough blue strips for the team, enough blue strips for the freaks

I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag
I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag

I pull up i get to the bag, I pull up, yo bitch in the back
That weed she taking them drags, then get to shaking her ass
Make her dance for them dollas, lil mama Im the nigga thats makin that cash
Turn them blue thangs into blue strips so they think a young nigga magic
All these bitches so dramatic, like Shakespeare its so tragic
Only thing ever been loyal to a nigga was them Benjamins and Jacksons
Now Im finna start taxin, Uncle Sam in expensive fabric
This how i imagined the American dream, except a lil more black in it
Black charger and Im mashin it, Hershel bag with racks in it
All these hoes they be actin different, when they see the type of cash Im gettin
But it is what it is, rather cry when Im rich
So I keep chasing that bag, and leavin behind every bitch

I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag
I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
I pull up and get to the bag, I pull up and get to the bag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag
All of these niggas they lag, All of these niggas they lag

I pull up and get to the bag, I was broke had to get me some cash
Had to get off them pills and them bags, had to put on a stick and a mask
Call that chopper a wolf, cause it's big and its bad
I just get right on that paper, like a pen on a pad
Oooo, bad bitch in a Jag finna pull up and gimme some ass
If the cops get behind, might do the whole digital dash
Bust the Four-Fifth, or bust the Mag
Shots make a nigga bleed, like a bitch on the pad
Oooo, trap don't f*ck with no rats, beat up the pussy like punchin' bags
Gas hit it you gag, mixing up drugs like I been in a lab
I was broke like I been in a cast
From the bandos like Migos, I should hit me a dab

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