paroles de chanson Get the Bag (feat. Lee Ray) - Havoc , Lee Ray

Yeah
Other niggas is stuck in the back
Got the hoopti and I did the dash
I'm the realest so I get the bag (Woah)
I'm a real nigga
Man I got "g" to the power of two (What's that)
Ain't no street nigga
But if needs be then I'll really pack a deuce (Why)
Only real niggas got that
But the rest ain't got a damn clue (Why)
But it's rest in peace lil niggas, is in sight in blood pools (Let's get it)
Man I see cracks in the game, this shit is insane
I'm boutta intrude (I'm boutta intrude)
And if your girl in the way, grab on the lube
Penetrate her and move (Penetrate her and move)
Man, we done kept in our lane
We kept it one hunnid, but moved as a unit (1 hunnid)
Man, I done got me some lens
Niggas is micro, Havoc be zooming
Hold up now havoc done hopped in the hoopti
Yet again nigga be zooming (Zoom)
Head for the track and I'm dashing, chasing the bag
And I bag it, I rack it up (Cash)
I sip on lean and I flex, lookin lean
That's effects of the activis actin up (Act)
Set the parameters, I got my bros by my side
That shit be adding up (Add it up)
That boy's mental deranged
Fuck it, we grab on the metal like it was a medal
My nigga then rearrange
Havoc be much too handle, the beat be the amo
Young nigga live up his name (Yah)
Nah I am not for the trying, I'm cannibal, nigga that's just kamikaze (What)
Nah I'm not thinking bout money, I'm chasin' the bag, inside be the bodies (Let's get it)
I take a hit, a drag, oh shit I'm relaxed, nobody can stop me
I do not fuck with the 12, since I was 15, if I like it I cop it
Yeah that he be disruptive, he jamming the wave, like he be erupting
That nigga up to something
Other niggas is stuck in the back (Back, back, back)
Got the hoopti and I did the dash
I'm the realest so I get the bag
I'm the realest so I get the bag (Woah)
Static wrist, it's time to get the guap (GTG)
Smith & Wessons, Mac 11's, nigga why lying?
All these cappin' gangsters tweeting "rap is dying"
Seems like err'body in this game actin' facade
Bitch I want respect
3 Blunts and a cheque
Call a triple threat, Mari Jane and my ex
Niggas out here cappin', what you know bout percosets?
Niggas made of plastic, Imma put you hoes to rest
Came into the game, saving trap
I admit it, yeah I did it nigga, only preach facts
Chasin' millis, like I'm Diddy nigga, gotta get the cash
I ain't finished, but hey listen, Imma thank ya'll for the love in advance
I can't even diss a nigga, I'd be passing out clout
I'm only passing out blunts, to niggas dizzy as fuck
Get the bag it's a must, bitch I'm already up
I'm spending money on money, y'all spend that shit out at Bucs
Ouu, oh man I'm bad
I didn't feel like killing beats, but nigga I'm mad
Yeah I was gone, nigga now that I'm back
Pay me that respect you owe, I want that shit in cash (Lee Out)
Other niggas is stuck in the back (Back, back, back)
Got the hoopti and I did the dash
I'm the realest so I get the bag
I'm the realest so I get the bag (Woah)