Get A Bag lyrics

[Intro]
(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)

[Verse 1: Rob Vicious]
Legend in the making, ayy
Lil Rob in that top ten, n*gga, ain't no debatin'
b*tch, stop playin', let me get back to what I was sayin'
Ain't no prayin' gon' stop me from goin' Super Saiyan
Hate on me for what? (What?)
Pillow talkin' 'bout Lil Rob so you can bust a nut
n*gga, so what? n*gga, so what? Still chasin' them bucks
I ain't givin' up, the Lord knows I don't give no f*cks
Keep that same energy you had up on that wifi
This four-five'll turn that white tee to some tie-die
I throw a scope on this b*tch, we playin' I spy
Anything else you wanna say 'fore you go bye-bye?

[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Get out your feelings, get a bag, n*gga
Tell me what you got, don't wanna hear 'bout what you had, n*gga
n*ggas say they trappers, on they ass, that sh*t sad, n*gga
You ain't gon' get it bein' mad, n*gga
What you know 'bout early morning flights and jet lag, n*gga?
I make more money than your dad, n*gga
You ain't gon' get it bein' mad, n*gga
My youngin wildin', like to fight, strip, and stab n*ggas
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
Told you once and I ain't tellin' n*ggas twice
Keep comin' at me wrong, I swing this left and get him right
Karma keep comin' back to get me, tell that b*tch this my life
sh*t happens, it's aight (It's aight, ayy)
Really thugged up in that D-home (Up in that D-home)
Still with that action, ask the n*gga I just beat on (I just beat on)
Flyer than a b*tch with this Glock 23 on (Bah)
I leave you stankin' like that ho Earl Swavey peed on (Ugh)
n*gga, don't you think (Don't you think)
I won't push up on a n*gga fast, before you take a blink ('Fore you take a blink)
Think your sh*t don't stink (sh*t don't stink)
Cut it out, somebody get me a drink (man)

[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Get out your feelings, get a bag, n*gga
Tell me what you got, don't wanna hear 'bout what you had, n*gga
n*ggas say they trappers, on they ass, that sh*t sad, n*gga
You ain't gon' get it bein' mad, n*gga
What you know 'bout early morning flights and jet lag, n*gga?
I make more money than your dad, n*gga
You ain't gon' get it bein' mad, n*gga
My youngin wildin', like to fight, strip, and stab n*ggas

[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
Just bought a brand new stick for my Glock 9 (Glock 9)
If the cops pull us over, girl, it's not mine (b*tch)
I got my wrist on froze, finna stop time (Stop time)
You got a gun for the 'Gram, I'm finna pop mine (I'm finna pop mine)
You been loyal to the b*tch, I like to swap mine (Swap mine)
Red bottoms on my feet like a stop sign (b*tch)
You be hidin' from the opps, I like to drop mine (Drop mine)
I got my baby mama trippin', I got caught lyin' (Trippin')
n*gga wanna stop me, n*gga, stop tryin' (Stop tryin')
n*gga wanna pop me, he get popped tryin' (Popped tryin')
n*gga go to war with us, ain't finna stop dyin' (Finna stop dyin')
I can do this in my sleep, I am not tryin' (For real)
n*gga got a bustdown, but them not diamonds (b*tch)
If I gotta do that time, I am not cryin' (Not cryin')
First class to Hawaii, I'm finna swap climates (Yoom)
All I do is add it up like I cannot minus (Man)
[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Get out your feelings, get a bag, n*gga
Tell me what you got, don't wanna hear 'bout what you had, n*gga
n*ggas say they trappers, on they ass, that sh*t sad, n*gga
You ain't gon' get it bein' mad, n*gga
What you know 'bout early morning flights and jet lag, n*gga?
I make more money than your dad, n*gga
You ain't gon' get it bein' mad, n*gga
My youngin wildin', like to fight, strip, and stab n*ggas