Get A Bag - Rob Vicious

Lil Robin at top ten, nigga ain’t no debatin'

Bitch stop playing', 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 takin' bout Lil Ross you can buss a nut

Nigga so what, nigga so what

Still chasin' them bucks

I ain’t giving up, the lord knows I don’t give no fucks

Keep that same energy you had up on that wi-fi

This 45' will turn that white into some tah-dah

I throw a scope on this bitch, we playin' i-Spy

Anything else you wanna say 'fore you go bye-bye

Get out your feelings, get a bag nigga

Tell me what you got, don’t wanna hear bout' what you had nigga

Niggas said they trappers, on they ass that shit sad nigga

You ain’t gon' get it being mad nigga

What you know about early morning flights 'n jet lag nigga

I make more money than your dad nigga

You ain’t gon' get it being mad nigga

My youngin' wildin' like fight, scrimp and stab niggas

Told you once and I ain’t tellin' niggas twice

Keep comin' at me wrong, I swing this left and get him right

Karma keep coming back and get me to that bitch, this my life

Shit happens, it’s aight'

Really thugged up in that D-home

Still with that action, asked the nigga I just beat on

Flyed in a bitch with this Glock 23' on

I leave you stankin' like that hoe i swerved and peed on

Nigga don’t 'chu think

I won’t push up on a nigga faster for you take a blink

And your shit don’t stink

Cut it off, somebody give me a drink

Get out your feelings, get a bag nigga

Tell me what you got, don’t wanna hear bout' what you had nigga

Niggas said they trappers, on they ass that shit sad nigga

You ain’t gon' get it being mad nigga

What you know about early morning flights 'n jet lag nigga

I make more money than your dad nigga

You ain’t gon' get it being mad nigga

My youngin' wildin' like fight, scrimp and stab niggas

Just bought a brand new stick for my Glock 9

If the cops pull us over, girl it’s not mine

I got my wrist on froze, finna' stop time

You got a gun for the gram, I finna' pop mine

You been loyal to the bitch, I like to swap mine

Red bottoms on my feet like a stop sign

You be hidin' from the opps, I like to drop mine

I got my baby mama trippin', I got caught lyin'

Nigga wanna stop me, nigga stop tryin'

Nigga wanna pop me, he get popped tryin'

Nigga go to war with us and finna' stop dyin'

I can do this in my sleep, I am not tryin'

Nigga got a bust-down but them not diamonds

If I gotta do that time, I am not cryin'

First class to Hawaii, I finna' swap climates

All I can do it add it up, like I cannot minus

Get out your feelings, get a bag nigga

Tell me what you got, don’t wanna hear bout' what you had nigga

Niggas said they trappers, on they ass that shit sad nigga

You ain’t gon' get it being mad nigga

What you know about early morning flights 'n jet lag nigga

I make more money than your dad nigga

You ain’t gon' get it being mad nigga

My youngin' wildin' like fight, scrimp and stab niggas