Songtexte Got Da Sack - feat. G Herbo - G Herbo , GNAR

Gang Gang Gang
I ain't got mufuckin no chain on right now
But I'm still chain gang

Lil Gnar Verse
Linebacker to the quarterback, bitch I got the sack
Fo-nem pull up on them with the rocket, put the belt to ass
He been talking spicy knock the nachos out his fitted cap
Raw dog assassin, hit your bitch without no Jimmy hat
12 coming, i don't even give no fuck cause I got bail money
Alabama brawl I'm finna slam this folding chair on em
Real fucker, I paid for her hair cause I got jizz on it
Real tonka, i geeked up my ride I slide like the road runner

You can't put your bros on with a bail you ain't no real boss
Real talk, maybach double mg I feel like Rick Ross
Real wok, $2000 in this soda my Nigga thats real drop
On the block, $3000 this fit tell a bad bitch check me out
I get your bitch and I talk like a pimp
I tell her come hop in this jag
I use to walk to the store for some chips now I be popping tags
Christian Dior with the Vetement drip you know I be switching the swag
Came to my crib and I pissed on the bitch
But you still thinking she bad

Linebacker to the quarterback, bitch I got the sack
Fo-nem pull up on them with the rocket, put the belt to ass
He been talking spicy knock the nachos out his fitted cap
Raw dog assassin, hit your bitch without no Jimmy hat
12 coming, i don't even give no fuck cause I got bail money
Alabama brawl I'm finna slam this folding chair on em
Real fucker, I paid for her hair cause I got jizz on it
Real tonka, i geeked up my ride I slide like the road runner

G Herbo Verse
Ay ay ayyy
Trackhawk, before I got use to mine I crashed like 3-4 times
Big Swerve, give a fuck what I drive long as that bitch go fast
GT leather seats smell like BP, hop in that bitch smoke gas
Over east nobody wanna make us mad
Cause they know we gonna get on they ass
Bitch with me fine but I know she ain't mine

Give her a dime because I still know she bad
Im well known for fucking off racks
Walk in the club and they open my tab
I fuck around have Gnar in the Raq
AR look like a guitar in his lap
3-4 Cubans my starter pack
Don't take no pics, we'll charge you for that

Lil Gnar Verse
Linebacker to the quarterback, bitch I got the sack
Fo-nem pull up on them with the rocket, put the belt to ass
He been talking spicy knock the nachos out his fitted cap
Raw dog assassin, hit your bitch without no Jimmy hat
12 coming, i don't even give no fuck cause I got bail money
Alabama brawl I'm finna slam this folding chair on em
Real fucker, I paid for her hair cause I got jizz on it
Real tonka, i geeked up my ride I slide like the road runner