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get a bag - lms zayter lyrics

come back to reality think bout my past
cuz i’m dozing off a four and i might crash
running them bands up cuz i’m never last

take off like a rocket you know ima blast
when i catch that boy run and i’m upping my gun
n*gga you can get smoked like i’m hitting gas
f*ck all haters i get a bag
the fact that i chase making n*ggas mad

so let’s just be honest like antetokounmpo
you know that i ball for my bucks
it’s me and dinero we up in the stu sipping lean and we don’t give a f*ck
you know i got dracos i slide through yo city
just like a diaper i pull up
and you know with the chopper i clutch
she wanna f*ck i put d*ck in her guts
i’m blowing this pressure i’m coughing
you can get smoked and then put in a coffin
you not bout that work you just talking
you can get wet up just like you a dolphin
we slide through yo block with them pounds in
yo b*tch she be seeing me just like she stalking
so f*ck all the internet beef that y’all n*ggas be doing i’m catching him walking
trina find a right way like a blind man
just caught him lacking yea it’s perfect timing
when i’m upping the glizzy get popped like a frying pan
you said you a k!ller come slide then
i’m up in the field never hiding
b*tch i stay fly like i’m gliding
22 of yo checks and it’s wrapped round my neck
in a whip with yo b*tch and we riding

come back to reality think bout my past
cuz i’m dozing off a four and i might crash
running them bands up cuz i’m never last
take off like a rocket you know ima blast
when i catch that boy run and i’m upping my gun
n*gga you can get smoked like i’m hitting gas
f*ck all haters i get a bag
the fact that i chase making n*ggas mad

i just poured up a pint and you poured up the ducce
his homie dead he tried to run up it’s too late
catching a shot on the spot like it’s 2k
i’m steady cripping i feel like i’m blue face
don’t f*ck with these b*tches cuz they all act 2 faced
slide on yo block and you gon need a new face
come out the cut with the 40 and 2 k’s
n*gga you don’t wanna die on a tuesday
i be off the pressure i be off the gas
i’m pouring a 4 and you know i’m gon spazz
play wit my n*ggas they’ll get on yo ass
they put yo body right up in a bag
going two places it feel like i lag
f*cking yo b*tch and i’m not coming back like her dad
these n*ggas hating they sad
go get off yo ass and go get you a bag

come back to reality think bout my past
cuz i’m dozing off a four and i might crash
running them bands up cuz i’m never last
take off like a rocket you know ima blast
when i catch that boy run and im upping my gun
n*gga you can get smoked like im hitting gas
f*ck all haters i get a bag
the fact that i chase making n*ggas mad

- lms zayter lyrics

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