You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag n run wit it
30000 in the air
This what i did
This is ain't no mid
I get the bag n run wit it aye
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
This ain't no mid
Check how I live
Premium gas ion do it for trends
Blue in my tint
Blue on my ends
Alla this sauce
You might even slip
Ion trick off a bag
Just run wit it
Fly shit only
Got japanese denim
Cartier lens
Check out my wrist
Look like a lick and I call up yo bitch
This be her shit
Pair of dem twins
In a two seater
That hum like a benz
VS reflection its lookin so clear
So playa baby smell the Chanel
Real niggas we never shake under fear
Don't be moved by errething that you hear
Get double digits then dip off and peel
It's real when you get love from the field
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag n run wit it
30000 in the air
This what i did
This is ain't no mid
I get the bag n run wit it aye
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag and run wit it
I get the bag no fumblin
Ice on my neck and VS on my ear
Reflecting the light and you see it so clear
Yeah
Big body coupe in the lot
Yeah
VS they shine in the dark
Yeah
Come through and light up the spot
Yeah
My niggas you know they gone pop
Yeah
400 horses they roaring
American muscle no foreign
Pass me the rock and I'm scoring
Dunking these hoes like I'm Jordan
Yeah
Pulling up lit and I'm scoping a thot
Finessing these hoes and they panties gone drop
Everything litty don't play when it's hot
We hit the city don't ask what I bought
I keep a real big bag
Yeah
Ripping and popping them tags
Yeah
Expensive don't worry don't ask
Yeah
Me and Quan John gone spazz
Yeah
I get the bag and run that shit up
Watch what you say, it's gone get you hit up
I keep a real big bag
Yeah
Ripping and popping them tags
Yeah
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag n run wit it
30000 in the air
This what i did
This is ain't no mid
I get the bag n run wit it aye
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
Sky-J - Run Wit It (feat. G Baby) Lyrics
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You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag n run wit it
30000 in the air
This what i did
This is ain't no mid
I get the bag n run wit it aye
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
This ain't no mid
Check how I live
Premium gas ion do it for trends
Blue in my tint
Blue on my ends
Alla this sauce
You might even slip
Ion trick off a bag
Just run wit it
Fly shit only
Got japanese denim
Cartier lens
Check out my wrist
Look like a lick and I call up yo bitch
This be her shit
Pair of dem twins
In a two seater
That hum like a benz
VS reflection its lookin so clear
So playa baby smell the Chanel
Real niggas we never shake under fear
Don't be moved by errething that you hear
Get double digits then dip off and peel
It's real when you get love from the field
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag n run wit it
30000 in the air
This what i did
This is ain't no mid
I get the bag n run wit it aye
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag and run wit it
I get the bag no fumblin
Ice on my neck and VS on my ear
Reflecting the light and you see it so clear
Yeah
Big body coupe in the lot
Yeah
VS they shine in the dark
Yeah
Come through and light up the spot
Yeah
My niggas you know they gone pop
Yeah
400 horses they roaring
American muscle no foreign
Pass me the rock and I'm scoring
Dunking these hoes like I'm Jordan
Yeah
Pulling up lit and I'm scoping a thot
Finessing these hoes and they panties gone drop
Everything litty don't play when it's hot
We hit the city don't ask what I bought
I keep a real big bag
Yeah
Ripping and popping them tags
Yeah
Expensive don't worry don't ask
Yeah
Me and Quan John gone spazz
Yeah
I get the bag and run that shit up
Watch what you say, it's gone get you hit up
I keep a real big bag
Yeah
Ripping and popping them tags
Yeah
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag n run wit it
30000 in the air
This what i did
This is ain't no mid
I get the bag n run wit it aye
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it
30000 in the air
This what i did
This is ain't no mid
I get the bag n run wit it aye
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
This ain't no mid
Check how I live
Premium gas ion do it for trends
Blue in my tint
Blue on my ends
Alla this sauce
You might even slip
Ion trick off a bag
Just run wit it
Fly shit only
Got japanese denim
Cartier lens
Check out my wrist
Look like a lick and I call up yo bitch
This be her shit
Pair of dem twins
In a two seater
That hum like a benz
VS reflection its lookin so clear
So playa baby smell the Chanel
Real niggas we never shake under fear
Don't be moved by errething that you hear
Get double digits then dip off and peel
It's real when you get love from the field
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag n run wit it
30000 in the air
This what i did
This is ain't no mid
I get the bag n run wit it aye
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag and run wit it
I get the bag no fumblin
Ice on my neck and VS on my ear
Reflecting the light and you see it so clear
Yeah
Big body coupe in the lot
Yeah
VS they shine in the dark
Yeah
Come through and light up the spot
Yeah
My niggas you know they gone pop
Yeah
400 horses they roaring
American muscle no foreign
Pass me the rock and I'm scoring
Dunking these hoes like I'm Jordan
Yeah
Pulling up lit and I'm scoping a thot
Finessing these hoes and they panties gone drop
Everything litty don't play when it's hot
We hit the city don't ask what I bought
I keep a real big bag
Yeah
Ripping and popping them tags
Yeah
Expensive don't worry don't ask
Yeah
Me and Quan John gone spazz
Yeah
I get the bag and run that shit up
Watch what you say, it's gone get you hit up
I keep a real big bag
Yeah
Ripping and popping them tags
Yeah
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag n run wit it
30000 in the air
This what i did
This is ain't no mid
I get the bag n run wit it aye
I get the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
Writer: Gilbert Glasco, Skylar Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid