Get The Bag by Cheqmatic Lyrics

Get the bag ,fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up

Blowing greens
Off the red cos I need to sleep
Blow a bag on the foreign weed
Trynna get the good gas for the e
R.i.p if you hate on me
Keep the circle small like it's degree
Clean heart just to succeed
Real nigga grind for his family
Dangerous life we were living free
Mixing potions we were feeling sweet
Money chasing so I'm on the road
Stressing out so I roll my dope
Head in clouds body feel cold
Stash in the bag that's the heavy load
You no get full price then you better go
Met the devil wrestle for my soul
Sheet on sheet I'm about to float Driving fast on the Spintex road
Tank on E while the Shawty choke
Biggest fiend with the finest hoe
Had to bust put it on her clothes
Real shit so you had to know
Niggas know I'm the real goat
Took my shirt off at the show
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up

Pray to God when I'm alone
Times are hard so i keep it froze
On the grind so I'm on the low
Fast life no go slow
Need time that's impossible
Testing skills trynna go pro
Going hard makes the skills grow
Aiming high just to shoot the goals
Selling grams make the money grow
Bags of 30 makes the boys go
Price depreciation they involved
You were in class I was trapping
Trying to flip the dope in profusion
No mess up believe the progression
We don't give a fuck about failing
5am still on the street
Favorite Nikes on my feet
So fucking high I might leap
Chasing the bread and the cheese
Blow all on couple of freaks
Got a dollar sign tat on her cheeks
No time for flirting
I save the jack for later
Continue to hustle to change the story
Get the bag,fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag, fuck it up
Get the bag