Lyrics Get That Bag - S0K0

Fill yo plate
Let's go get that money
Let's go get that bag
If he try some shit I say that's okay, we gon' get him back
Why the fuck you on yo ass, it ain't no point in sitting back
Why you switch up on yo brothers
What type of shit is that

Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah

Never gon' switch on my brothers for clout
Never gon' switch for no change
Yeah, I threw a scope on the top of the chop
Just 'cause it help with the aim
Yeah, I need them VVS
Need them diamond hitting, man yo Rollie too plain, yeah
Up in a foreign, I floor it, the latest, the greatest
We swerving through, switching them lanes
I'm finna run up a M by myself
I don't need you lil' bro, I just hang with the gang
Hop in a Bentley, hop in a Trackhawk
End of the day I just hop in a plane
Bitch, I'm the king, I'm talking my shit
I know these boys ain't stopping my reign
I'm finna cop a new Trackhawk
Shout out my bro, he copping the Range
He acting strange, no he cannot hang
I hang with my day ones
Dedicated to the grind, lil' bitch
I don't give a fuck if this shit take months
Talking 'bout money in yo songs but in yo video flexing them fake hunds, yeah
I saw that orange tip, you cornball
Why you flexing them fake guns, yeah
Why you flexing that fake drip
I be posted in Bape, bitch
Talking that shit on the net but when I see you
You don't really say shit
You a lame, you can't hang, bitch
Stack my money that shit eight six
Up in 'lenciaga, you in Asics
I just bought out Prada, man, don't say shit

Fill yo plate
Let's go get that money
Let's go get that bag
If he try some shit I say that's okay, we gon' get him back
Why the fuck you on yo ass, it ain't no point in sitting back
Why you switch up on yo brothers
What type of shit is that
Why the fuck you can't flip a bag
Why the fuck you not getting racks
I was running up that money, I was making them moves
Lil' bitch I was skipping class
In a S Plaid, I'll bitch a Track
Yeah, I'm whipping that
Yeah, I hit a turn and then I'm drifting that
Now they getting mad
Bitch, I'm in first, you just sit in last

I just been working, man, all fucking day
Don't give a fuck what they say (Say)
He talking shit then my bro he gon' slide
No he is not gon' be safe (Safe)
Bitch I know I'm the goat, no lie
And I be covered in Bape, yeah
How the fuck I kill it, I don't even try
Really it ain't much to say, yeah
Really it ain't much to chase the bag, chase the bag
Chase the bag, until the day that you drop
Up in the SRT I hit 200 right on the highway I was ducking them cops
Bro he was getting bands right off that punching
When I say that punching ain't talking 'bout box
People been changing, they switching up quick
Don't know who be my brothers and who be my opps
Lil' bro why you talking 'bout me, I got more money than yo fucking pops
I threw the beam on the top of the glock, then all the rest of my chops
Yeah, they want me to pop out but I cannot, y'all just be acting like cops
I put some 'lenci right up on my shoes, then I put 'lenci right up on my socks

Fill yo plate
Let's go get that money
Let's go get that bag
If he try some shit I say that's okay, we gon' get him back
Why the fuck you on yo ass, it ain't no point in sitting back
Why you switch up on yo brothers
What type of shit is that
Why the fuck you can't flip a bag
Why the fuck you not getting racks
I was running up that money, I was making them moves
Lil' bitch I was skipping class
In a S Plaid, I'll bitch a Track
Yeah, I'm whipping that
Yeah, I hit a turn and then I'm drifting that
Now they getting mad
Bitch, I'm in first, you just sit in last