Bo$$Barr, 301.Flexie - Get Dat Bag lyrics

When you get that bag u gotta feed the
I be posted on my
See me in riding in that aye uh
M-m-m-mm mmm mmm mmm

When you get that bag u gotta feed the clique
I be posted on my strip
See me ridin’ in that whip
Shawty stay hittin’ my line
I’m just tryin’ make a hit
Yeah I got these haters mad
Why they hatin’ on my drip
Ruger didn’t work so that 40 gon’ hit him
Choppa expose him when he got caught slippin’
My family worried about my decisions
They say they don’t like the
Life that I’m livin’
Daddy said that he wanna see me winnin’
Momma said son I thought things was different
I was an angel streets made me a villain
I was an angel streets made me a villain

My life is so drastic
Takin’ a risk on my every action
They pray on my downfall ’cause I’m passing
Winnin’ so much they like
Why he ain’t crashing
People just don’t understand my passion
Put pain in my bars every time I’m rappin’
You wanna kill me better hire an assassin
Me being dead can you imagine
I’m coppin’ Ps while you coppin’ pleas
Lil boy you can’t compare to me
I get more papers then some trees
I’m rollin papers smokin’ trees
I am the greatest yes indeed
They said I wouldn’t be they didn’t believe
They crankin’ me ‘cause I gotta hit
But back then they all disagreed
This rappin’ what I’m destined
Thank God it was blessing
I’m getting money it’s no time for stressing
All of my L’s wasn’t losses they lessons
I told my baby no more beggin’
Now that I got it it’s no more depression
Shawty said greatness is where I’m heading
On all these rappers necks
Is where I’m steppin’
One thing about Bo$$Barr On
God I never switched
In the streets we did a lot
Somethings I can’t forget
When u see the opps hope you
Know it’s time to click
’Cause I’m not purpin’ or nothing Ima
Go & spin that bin when you get that bag you
Gotta feed the clique
I be posted on my strip
See me ridin’ in that whip
Shawty stay hittin’ my line
I’m just tryin’ make a hit
Yeah I got these haters mad
Why they hatin’ on my drip
Ruger didn’t work so that 40 gon’ hit him
Choppa expose him when he got caught slippin’
My family worried about my decisions
They say they don’t like the
Life that I’m livin’
Daddy said that he wanna see me winnin’
Momma said son I thought things was different
I was an angel streets made me a villain
I was an angel streets made me a villain

Aye, aye these streets made me a villain
I’m just tryna stack up all
My cheese to ceiling
Aye, just mind your business
Mind your dealings
They gon’ set you up they don’t
Care ‘bout how you feelin’
You might show some love to them
But they don’t feel the same
Enemies was once yo’ mans
Better watch yo’ mains
All I know is run it up, putting on for gang
And I been the same young
Boy ain’t nothing change
I got a lot up on my mind now
Heard that boy was ratting and
My people ready find out
Took off wit’ the Bape now it’s mine now
Told this girl to pull up cause I
Need it from her right now
Ain’t nothing in life is for free
Learn that the hard way
So I started making plays up in that hallway
Huh if it’s smoke we pull up broad day
The streets don’t leave you nothing but pain
Death and heartache
When you get that bag you
Gotta feed the clique
I be posted on my strip
See me ridin’ in that whip
Shawty stay hittin’ my line
I’m just tryin’ make a hit
Yeah I got these haters mad
Why they hatin’ on my drip
Ruger didn’t work so that 40 gon’ hit him
Choppa expose him when he got caught slippin’
My family worried about my decisions
They say they don’t like the
Life that I’m livin’
Daddy said that he wanna see me winnin’
Momma said son I thought things was different
I was an angel streets made me a villain
I was an angel streets made me a villain