(Yeah Ahhh)
(Yeah ahhh)
Look
Niggas talking bout that shit
But they don't do that
I'm Mr. Get a Bag and Dip
I thought you knew that
They see me Pop it how I walk it
Where the stu at?
These niggas hating for no reason
Smoking boof pack
Come and try me if you want
I wouldn't do that
That nigga broke
He looking hungry
Where his food at?
They say my luck is running out
I tell em true that
I gotta bag
I made it flip
And then I blew that
Bitch It's 4L
Ima tell em when they outta pocket
How you a killa
And a shooter
But you ran yo' pockets
This shit get ugly
On my momma, ain't nobody flawless
And Shout out emily my sister
She's my momma's smallest
I put a chain around my neck
This Buddha see the part
And all these niggas wish they could
They hated from the start
I sit em down
Like who is you?
They smelling like a fart
I'm really in this shit to win, But this ain't Mario kart
They told me stop now
They see me getting hot now
She told me slow down
But I ain't finna stop now
I'm getting money
If I like it
Ima cop now
They say I'm really next to blow
I'm finna pop now
If you a buster
Then I swear you get dropped down
Ima strip you for your chain
Go call the cops now
We sipping henny to the neck
Until I drop down
And sorry momma
I know she hated that I dropped out
If anybody talking down
They getting socked out
The bitch a freak
So when she see me
Bring my cock out
And I ain't working but I'm working
I don't clock out
Aye
Yea bitch I don't clock out
And f*ck them niggas
Give em something they could talk bout
And I worried 'bout no bitch
I bring em chops out
Niggas fake
They in my pictures
They get cropped out
I ain't a rapper but I'm rapping
Making slaps now
I got problem
When I'm mad I like to get revenge
You said you wouldn't do it
But you did that shit again
I'm sorry poppa
Know you lonely
In the f*cking pen
Don't count the days
Just count the moments
That we f*cking spent
Niggas talking bout that shit
But they don't do that
I'm Mr. Get a Bag and Dip
I thought you knew that
They see me Pop it how I walk it
Where the stu at?
These niggas hating for no reason
Smoking boof pack
Aye
Yeah ahh
Yeah ahh
Smoking on that boof
Look
Aye
Smoking boof pack
Smoking boof pack
Ahh
Yeah
Fa fa fa
Fa fa fa
Niggas talking 'bout that shit but they don't do that
I'm Mr. Get a Bag and Dip I thought you knew that.
Yb4l - Do That Freestyle Lyrics
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(Yeah Ahhh)
(Yeah ahhh)
Look
Niggas talking bout that shit
But they don't do that
I'm Mr. Get a Bag and Dip
I thought you knew that
They see me Pop it how I walk it
Where the stu at?
These niggas hating for no reason
Smoking boof pack
Come and try me if you want
I wouldn't do that
That nigga broke
He looking hungry
Where his food at?
They say my luck is running out
I tell em true that
I gotta bag
I made it flip
And then I blew that
Bitch It's 4L
Ima tell em when they outta pocket
How you a killa
And a shooter
But you ran yo' pockets
This shit get ugly
On my momma, ain't nobody flawless
And Shout out emily my sister
She's my momma's smallest
I put a chain around my neck
This Buddha see the part
And all these niggas wish they could
They hated from the start
I sit em down
Like who is you?
They smelling like a fart
I'm really in this shit to win, But this ain't Mario kart
They told me stop now
They see me getting hot now
She told me slow down
But I ain't finna stop now
I'm getting money
If I like it
Ima cop now
They say I'm really next to blow
I'm finna pop now
If you a buster
Then I swear you get dropped down
Ima strip you for your chain
Go call the cops now
We sipping henny to the neck
Until I drop down
And sorry momma
I know she hated that I dropped out
If anybody talking down
They getting socked out
The bitch a freak
So when she see me
Bring my cock out
And I ain't working but I'm working
I don't clock out
Aye
Yea bitch I don't clock out
And f*ck them niggas
Give em something they could talk bout
And I worried 'bout no bitch
I bring em chops out
Niggas fake
They in my pictures
They get cropped out
I ain't a rapper but I'm rapping
Making slaps now
I got problem
When I'm mad I like to get revenge
You said you wouldn't do it
But you did that shit again
I'm sorry poppa
Know you lonely
In the f*cking pen
Don't count the days
Just count the moments
That we f*cking spent
Niggas talking bout that shit
But they don't do that
I'm Mr. Get a Bag and Dip
I thought you knew that
They see me Pop it how I walk it
Where the stu at?
These niggas hating for no reason
Smoking boof pack
Aye
Yeah ahh
Yeah ahh
Smoking on that boof
Look
Aye
Smoking boof pack
Smoking boof pack
Ahh
Yeah
Fa fa fa
Fa fa fa
Niggas talking 'bout that shit but they don't do that
I'm Mr. Get a Bag and Dip I thought you knew that.
(Yeah ahhh)
Look
Niggas talking bout that shit
But they don't do that
I'm Mr. Get a Bag and Dip
I thought you knew that
They see me Pop it how I walk it
Where the stu at?
These niggas hating for no reason
Smoking boof pack
Come and try me if you want
I wouldn't do that
That nigga broke
He looking hungry
Where his food at?
They say my luck is running out
I tell em true that
I gotta bag
I made it flip
And then I blew that
Bitch It's 4L
Ima tell em when they outta pocket
How you a killa
And a shooter
But you ran yo' pockets
This shit get ugly
On my momma, ain't nobody flawless
And Shout out emily my sister
She's my momma's smallest
I put a chain around my neck
This Buddha see the part
And all these niggas wish they could
They hated from the start
I sit em down
Like who is you?
They smelling like a fart
I'm really in this shit to win, But this ain't Mario kart
They told me stop now
They see me getting hot now
She told me slow down
But I ain't finna stop now
I'm getting money
If I like it
Ima cop now
They say I'm really next to blow
I'm finna pop now
If you a buster
Then I swear you get dropped down
Ima strip you for your chain
Go call the cops now
We sipping henny to the neck
Until I drop down
And sorry momma
I know she hated that I dropped out
If anybody talking down
They getting socked out
The bitch a freak
So when she see me
Bring my cock out
And I ain't working but I'm working
I don't clock out
Aye
Yea bitch I don't clock out
And f*ck them niggas
Give em something they could talk bout
And I worried 'bout no bitch
I bring em chops out
Niggas fake
They in my pictures
They get cropped out
I ain't a rapper but I'm rapping
Making slaps now
I got problem
When I'm mad I like to get revenge
You said you wouldn't do it
But you did that shit again
I'm sorry poppa
Know you lonely
In the f*cking pen
Don't count the days
Just count the moments
That we f*cking spent
Niggas talking bout that shit
But they don't do that
I'm Mr. Get a Bag and Dip
I thought you knew that
They see me Pop it how I walk it
Where the stu at?
These niggas hating for no reason
Smoking boof pack
Aye
Yeah ahh
Yeah ahh
Smoking on that boof
Look
Aye
Smoking boof pack
Smoking boof pack
Ahh
Yeah
Fa fa fa
Fa fa fa
Niggas talking 'bout that shit but they don't do that
I'm Mr. Get a Bag and Dip I thought you knew that.
Writer: Arturo Gutierrez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid