Bag - Gummy

Just hit a button Morty give me a beat!

Alright okay umm…

(It's Memphis)

Yeah Yeah

You know what time it is

Racks in the… Racks!

Yeah, yeah

Ya ya!

I get the bag and I run it up aye

I get me some Racks and I flip it up aye

I cook up the sauce, boy I whip it up

I’m up in the booth and I fuck it up

Like I get the bag and I got finesse

I run it like Nike, I’m signing the cheques

I’m calling up Jefe we jump on a jet

I go for the kill man I go for the neck

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!

Huh

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag

Yeah, Aye!

Yuh!

I’m dripping this water, I drip like a lake

I smash in your house and call that my Estate!

The 223 chopper it came with the scope

These niggas want smoke, but this shit not a joke

Swim in that pussy, I dive in punani

This beat is so wavy, Surf on it Tsunami

Drip like a faucet, lit like a rocket

No Van Djik, Got your bitch in my pocket

Got the game in my sights like a red dot (Grrrrrt)

Feeling like a Fire Fighter, boy I’m red hot

Like okay okay

Got my music turnt up scream Ole

Ride my dick like a Bull scream Ole

Got my bitches in Three, no Fourplay

Look at my neck and it be chocking

Diamonds on deck, I’m so frozen

Dripping or drowning, can’t float in my ocean

Got Bad bitches with me, she rolls she’s a 10

Hoes are just lame, we not the same

She said I got bounce that’s the way that I walk

I’m talking about Racks, now I’m talking the talk

Whippin' excursion, whipping the German

I get the bag nigga

Huh?

Like I get the bag nigga, yeah!

I get the bag and I run it up aye

I get me some Racks and I flip it up aye

I cook up the sauce, boy I whip it up

I’m up in the booth and I fuck it up

Yeah

Like I get the bag and I got Finesse

I run it like Nike, I’m signing the cheques

I’m calling up Jefe we jump on a jet

I go for the kill man I go for the neck

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!

Huh

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag

Yeah, Aye!

Yuh!

You know gummy gone get the bag

Sipping henny I’ve been moving mad

Your lil shawty I left her down bad

She swallowed my kids now she calling me dad

Smoke the loudest I’m stuck in the clouds I’m feeling too wavy I ain’t coming

back

When I pull up with racks it’s a vibe we grinding all day cause the money comes

right

Bag innit swear I got drip with some ice fitted

When I came in the trap niggas knew I’m with it

I ain’t part of your gang cause I trap different

They be calling me goat cause I’m hella gifted

And I’m stuck in my zone all these tunes I’m killing

I get the bag and I run it up aye

I get me some Racks and I flip it up aye

I cook up the sauce, boy I whip it up

I’m up in the booth and I fuck it up

Like I get the bag and I got finesse

I run it like Nike, I’m signing the cheques

I’m calling up Jefe we jump on a jet

I go for the kill man I go for the neck

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!

Huh

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag

Yeah, Aye!

Yuh!