GTTB (feat. Fortune)

(Young Marvin in his hay) Ayy, yeah, ayy Gettin' to the bag, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Swagger so silky, but nigga don't milk me Don't let me go off and brag, yeah-yeah Hot like a furnace, complete any purchase Not looking at the tag, no way, aye, aye These bands in my pockets, you a drag, I'm a jockey Pants always fucking saggin' Getting to the bag, aye Getting to the bag, aye Getting to the bag, aye Getting to the bag, aye Grind don't stop (don't stop) Rock big rocks (aye) Bill big fucks (yuh) Yeah, my wrist hot (yeah) BS the hotspot You can got my bitch rolling pot Money on the clock Twelve to twelve, bitch Don't let shit rot, uh You only sorry when you get caught, yeah I avoid the snakes Got the crib on lock, shoot my shot No bot, make it drop Shake that ass, smoke this grass Make sure the speakers blast Life is always moving fast Looking forward not the past She's saying that I'm harsh So, I had to fucking pass If you ain't first, you last Got her screams breaking glass Blackspadez taking tasks Short or little, not down the middle Gettin' to the bag, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Swagger so silky, but nigga don't milk me Don't let me go off and brag, yeah-yeah Hot like a furnace, ayy, complete any purchase Not looking at the tag, no way, aye, aye These bands in my pockets, you a drag, I'm a jockey Pants always fucking saggin' Getting to the bag, aye Getting to the bag, aye Getting to the bag, aye Getting to the bag, aye I'm sittin' and drinkin', I ain't really thinking What's on my mind, yeah-yeah These bitches is fiendin', they're hitting my line Ain't got no time, yeah-yeah Every day, moving packs and weight Got no tax to pay Slacking is a virtue that I lack And only time for stacking I'm on brackin', got a backwoods We scale it up and bag it Get to the bag, get to the bag Get to the bag, yeah Told the bitch, "Get the rag" Get the rag, yeah-yeah Don't call us if it ain't about the money Separate phone for that Separate phone for hunnys I don't play the dummy If she want a tummy tuck Bitch, I'ma funny fuck And you niggas runnin' out of shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 24-7 like 7-11 Play with my cash, you get to the Heaven Or Hell, what's your preference on this mic? I got stripes like a referee Never get the best of me Otherwise, you rest in peace, bitch Get the bag, yeah-yeah